Chapter 1: Emily and Jesse Meet Each Other at a Vietnam War Protest

A bunch of hippies and young people march down the street, hoisting signs that declare their position against the war, like “Make Love Not War” and “End the War Now.” Among them, there is Jesse, who catches attention with his scruffy appearance, long hair, a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt, and a pair of well-worn Levi’s.

Right next to him is Emily, a gorgeous young woman with a pretty face and a delicate, slightly upturned nose. Her full lips are adorned with red lipstick, creating a striking contrast against her sun-kissed skin. Emily has deep brown, almond-shaped eyes standing out with elongated and curved eyelashes. And her thick brown hair falls down her back in long, wavy locks.

Emily’s got a smoking body, with big boobs, and curves that could make anyone twist their neck to double-check them. She’s quite tall, and her platform sandals make her legs look amazing. The light blue sundress she’s wearing fits her casually but perfectly, with a low-cut neckline that teases a glimpse of her impressive cleavage. With those sandals on, she stands out even more among the crowd without even making an effort.

Jesse is literally glued to Emily’s jaw-dropping cleavage like he’s never seen boobs before. He’s totally obsessed with her stunning looks and the way she rocks her confidence like it’s no big deal. It’s like he’s straight-up bewitched by her.

They somehow end up next to each other at the protest, and Emily peeps his messy, curly hair that’s just touchin’ his shoulders. She catches him basically drooling over her boobs, but she’s not even mad. She thinks it’s kinda cute and innocent like he’s all lost in her cleavage but still has this adorable charm about him.

While spreading a bright and confident grin across her face, she turns to him teasingly, “Hey there honey, you seem a bit lost in your thoughts. Are you ok?” Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she catches him off guard, making him blush instantly and directing his eyes from her breasts to her eyes.

Jesse, evidently confused, stammers out an apology while trying to act like nothing happened. “S-sorry, I ... uh, just distracted by the protest signs or something,” he mumbles, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes are shifting back and forth, not looking at Emily as he is struggling to regain control of himself.

Jesse, trying to smooth things over, starts a chat to cover up the awkward vibe. “So, uh, are you new here? Never seen you at these protests before,” he asks, hoping to shift the focus away from his little slip-up.

Emily, all smiles, replies, “Yeah, you got it right. I was outta town for like a year and just got back. But actually, it’s my first time at these protests.”

Jesse flashes a smirk. “I can tell. You look too good to be a real protester.”

Emily raises an eyebrow, taken aback by his comment. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean!?”

He laughs, trying to lighten the mood. “Chill out, I’m just messing with you. I’m Jesse, by the way.”

Her smile comes back. “Nice to meet you, Jesse. I’m Emily.” They shake hands and join the protest, chanting and holding up their signs.

As they walk, Emily checks out Jesse’s sign. “Oh my god, I love your sign, it’s so freaking creative!”

He grins, proud of himself. “Thanks, I made it myself. Yours is awesome too, it totally gets the message across.”

She giggles, admitting, “I actually borrowed it from my roommate. She’s really into this stuff.”

Jesse, clearly intrigued by Emily’s confident behavior, asks her more about herself. “So, Emily, what do you do? You seem like a total badass.”

Emily’s eyes light up as she responds enthusiastically, “I’m a journalist in training, ya know? I write about local issues and stuff that really matters. I believe in the power of the press to call out bullshit and keep people in check.”

Jesse looks impressed but also a bit intimidated. “Damn, that’s awesome! I could never do something like that. You must have some incredible stories.”

She flashes a confident smile and raises an eyebrow. “I do have some pretty cool articles, thanks. So, what is it that you do, Jesse, when you’re not busy checking out my boobs?”

He blushes and stammers a bit. “Uh, well, I’m a guitar teacher. I teach kids how to rock and roll, I guess.”

Emily’s excitement takes over. “Oh my god, that’s actually really cool! I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the guitar. You should totally teach me sometime.”

Jesse grins, looking relieved to have something to offer. “Yeah, sure! I can teach you some chords and we can jam together.”

Emily agrees, still in control of the situation. “Perfect. It’s a date ... well, not a date, but you know what I mean.

Emily’s gaze shifts to the cops, who seem to be getting agitated. “Looks like these blue pigs wanna start some shit.” She confidently struts towards the officers, while Jesse trembles in fear.

“Emily, wait, please don’t! It’s too dangerous!” Jesse whimpers, but Emily’s fearlessness doesn’t waver.

“Screw safety when our rights are on the line!” she declares, staring down the police. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

A gruff officer responds, “You’re obstructing traffic and causing a disturbance. You need to disperse immediately.”

Emily stands her ground, arms crossed. “We have a right to protest peacefully, and we’re not backing down.”

Meanwhile, Jesse cowered behind her, clutching his sign like a shield and practically shaking in his boots.

“Um, Emily? Maybe we should just ... go?” he stammers, but Emily’s not having it.

The officer’s aggression escalates. “You’re all under arrest!”

Emily retorts defiantly, “You can’t arrest us for exercising our rights, you fucking pigs! We ain’t doing shit wrong! You’re the ones harassing peaceful protesters!”

The officer’s face turns beet red, veins bulging in his neck as he screams back, “I said disperse, or we’ll use force! This is your last warning!”

Emily, chest heaving and eyes blazing, boldly retorts, “Oh, you think you’re tough with your guns and badges? Why don’t you shove those guns up your own asses and see how tough you really are!”

The officers tense up, hands resting on their holsters as they prepare for a potential clash.