<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9b/73/6c/9b736c08f20cfa49b8193baf7de3dd00.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Jennifer Cole<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ice cream shop<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: conversation - best night without sex stories<br/><strong>wearing</strong>Charlotte here (http://i.imgur.com/vvV0Cyu.jpg) & These Shoes (http://pd-image-domain.com/catalog/product/cache/3/small_image/400x/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/f/a/fay1-white-pu-1-a.jpg) - No purse.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Dominic Kincaid<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Jammy liked this boy. She was sure of it, but she knew that she was being captured by his gorgeous face and his remarkable body. He was tall, fit, solid, and his jawline made her want to lick him. But, she was so hypnotized by it, she was having trouble judging him in other ways, and finding the parts of him that mattered to her on a deeper level. If she could pay attention, she would find out that she was more than smitten. The excellent job he was doing on the date was hypnotizing her more than his perfect frame. The milkshake, all the subtleties. The question about his childhood was the first real test she could manage to give him, and it was an old go to from her highschool days. She felt silly for even saying it, but it was a good question, and it was a good way to get to know some one. The addition of the childhood movies was new. She learned a lot about him the moment he started to answer.<br/><br/><em>‘He’s had sex, thats good... a few times, many times, thats good too. He called them exploits, though.’</em>That wasn’t perfect. She tried to see it from his perspective. She’d made the rule, almost as if she didn’t trust him to avoid those types of stories. But, she didn’t like the word choice. Jam was sensitive, she was judgemental and fairly unforgiving. But as she’d aged a bit, she’d learned that everyone had a little devil in them, and she was learning what kind of devil she liked. She had a particular body, and she would have to be treated a certain way. It didn’t always please boys, but she couldn’t lead with it. She was a little scared, excited to have a real chance at having a good mutant boyfriend, but worried that they might not be perfect together. It was typical first date stuff, her brain was too busy to even focus, but she tried.<br/><br/><br/>The lessons continued, he had only prefaced his story, and she picked back up as he started it.<em>‘This boy likes to fuck, and fight. His best moment that wasn’t sexual was beating up the man who trained him.’</em>She didn’t mean to, but her face showed some disbelief. She didn’t deny the truth of the story, she was just surprised at the answer. Her younger personality, the childish voice in her head went<em>‘ew.’</em>But, Jennifer had learned a lot about people. And she gave this story a chance, she gave him a chance before she made decisions.<br/><br/>The end of the story was far simpler than she expected it to be, Dom even knew that his sensei had let him win. Meanwhile, Jam didn’t know how to throw a punch. She couldn’t imagine the inner emotions of a master and his student in a combat dojo. It was an alien world to her. He might as well have told her that he’d been raised in another dimension.<br/><br/>The pink haired girl gave him a long thoughtful look, investigating his eyes and trying to imagine the moment.<strong>“I have a lot of questions, though.”</strong>Jam and her sister were a different breed. They didn’t ask questions to tell their own answer. They didn’t learn much as girls, or young women; but, the core of their personalities were disruptively bright. They were so nice, it didn’t make sense.<br/><br/>Jam could tell that he wanted to know though, it was part of the game.<strong>“I’ll remember my questions,”</strong>She put one finger on the table and took a long drink from the milkshake, her eyes were busy, clearly sorting out thoughts, adding fingers to the table, stopping at six, and then studying them as she swallowed the chocolate cream.<strong>“Ok.”</strong>She looked up and removed her hands from the table, setting her elbows near the shake.<br/><br/><strong>“So.”</strong>She stretched her back and wiggled, sorting her brain and telling the story that she told since it had happened. She used to have an old one, but it was number two, and she could tell that story at any time.<strong>“I was seventeen. So, totally not that long ago.”</strong>She giggled a bit as she gestured. Jennifer used her hands when she spoke, stage right was the past to her, so she was looking and motioning to Dom’s left as she thought about it.<strong>“I was really into music, and all my friends were. And I was like a fan of them.”</strong>It would be a decent preface,<strong>“A few of the boys played at an open mic every week. It was like a forty minute drive, but we all stuffed into a couple cars and went down there.”</strong>She paused for a breathe, Jam wasn’t a great story teller,<strong>“It was early on, and the boy I liked the most was writing new songs. We got together with a group of the locals and they showed us their town, like, it was a sleepy place, it felt like a ghost town. We wandered for hours, creepy town, lots of like fog and smoke. Close to halloween, I remember, cree-pee!”</strong>A sip of the shake, it was hard to tell if she was finished or not.<br/><br/>She wasn’t,<strong>“The river there was gross, but there was a creek that we found that was fast and deep and really clean. It was a cold night but we all stripped down and skinny dipped.”</strong>Jam had cheated a little bit, her non-sexual story involved nudity. But it was the full truth and that was a happy accident. It was the best night of her life, even with sex stories included. There was something special about it, the dreams of teenagers proud of their creations, the freedom of having cars for the first time. The empty town to explore, the excitement of skinny dipping with more than a dozen people. It felt like she was a noblewoman in the renaissance. She felt like a princess that night. And it hadn’t been sexual. One of the boys later became her boyfriend, but they’d never gotten that far either. Jam’s mutation activated before they could.<strong>“Th-That’s it.”</strong>She smiled and let out a gentle laugh. Her shoulders shrugged and she went to her shake, still thinking about the six questions she had for Dom, but keeping her fingers off the table, giving him space to ask some of his own if he had them.<br/>