<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zg57pd.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jennifer Miyo Kobayashi</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Aurora Lee's residence<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 03,11,06 mid-late afternoon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Aurora Lee<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was a strange day. Men treated a girl differently when she was capable. The urge to be helpless and cared for had been drawn out for Jenna at a young age. So, she had struggled with this mentality most of her life. These days, everything seemed to be about cars. She had the self-awareness to notice the differences of response that others would give her, and it varied depending on the car that she drove much more than the way that her dress fit her waist and her thighs. This division had only made life harder for Jenna, the burden of choice befell her mind. She could be anyone she wanted, and that fact made the whole experience feel cheap. This was magnified, for Jenna had chosen to be the weak little girl most of her life, and she didn't like how it felt when she took her S2000 outside. She preferred the fragility of her Toyota, and up until recently she had taken it all over California.<br/><br/>Today. She wanted to drive. So, the tires of a cherry red S2000, soft top convertible scratched the pavement outside of Aurora's small garage with some loose gravel. The engine slid into neutral and the engine revved into the red once or twice. The high-pitched sound of an upset little Honda barked at the front door. Slowly, the car came to a stop outside, only feet from the concealed BMW. Jenna cut the engine and looked up at the sky. It was a cool day, but it was a sunny day, and she nodded slightly in relief, she wouldn't have to close the top of the car. She tapped her horn once, as if the rev of the engine hadn't announced her presence, and she lifted her feet up to the seat, setting herself down on the back of the car, her ass in between the tops of the bucket seats. From her fingertips dangled a wheat-grass infused kiwi drink in a translucent plastic cup. 'So metro,' she whispered to herself as she took a drink, waiting for Aurora to come outside.<br/><br/>She had jean shorts on, longer than the kind that most girls would wear, they had been cut off and they clung down to the middle of her thigh, she had a bathing suit top on above that and a soft, pale neon yellow blouse to cover her midriff. Her hair was loose and hanging over her face, she tried her best to keep her bangs in order, but they always seemed to be one inch too far to the left or right, or too long. Jenna never cut them too short, it was a pet peeve. If the fresh'n'clean Honda S2000 didn't make her feel confident enough, Jenna also had black driving gloves, and a pair of New-balance yellow and white lace up tennis-shoes. (http://i49.tinypic.com/33w5q9c.jpg) Her white ankle socks were sticking out almost four inches.<br/><br/>She couldn't explain herself at all. She had stopped trying on the way over, when the engine had dominated her focus. She took another sip of her kiwi drink. Her right foot was still plodding at a phantom gas pedal, twisting to the side, and tensing indiscriminately.