It was my first day. She stepped sprightly in her black high-top sneakers with white laces and her black shorts and black tee shirt and red wavy hair and a slim edgy smile and a glint in her eyes. I rolled along behind her and when she stopped, I stopped and I had the thought animal magnetism though I knew that couldn’t be right.

She said, “Would you like to speak of my tits? Would you like to talk about my pussy slit?”

I didn’t know what to say.

She said, “You’re not much of a talker, are you?”