Chapter 1

Thursday January 17

I, Lexi Green, at age twenty-two, finally feel like an adult - a little. I’ve graduated from college with a degree in computer science, and I’m about to move to a distant city to begin my career.

On top of all that, I’m about to perform my civic duty by serving on a jury for the first time. Well, maybe. I’ve spent most of the day waiting in the jury selection room with a bunch of other people, but they finally got to my group and asked us the preliminary questions: Are you a U.S. citizen? Can you understand and follow directions in English? Would being selected as a juror present any sort of hardship for you? Now it’s back to more waiting.

I know that I come from a more “traditional values” upbringing than a lot of people, but I still can’t believe the way some of these people dressed for court. Yoga pants and no bra? Really? She’s got the body for it and in the right setting I’d applaud her for her confidence, but how about a little respect for the institution? There’s another woman who does NOT have the body to go braless. Then there’s this guy with a “fuck the police” T-shirt. I’m guessing he’s not as excited as I am to be participating.

The court let us go early, giving me a chance to go clean out my desk at my former part-time job at Lemming Sea Software. They had cupcakes and made a fuss over me. My boss, Chris, even made a little speech about “white hats” and “black hats” in the hacker community, and gave me a pretty white cowboy hat as a going away present - “in case you ever need a reminder about which side you’re on”.

“I love it! Thank you!” I told him.

I’ve never owned a cowboy hat. I’ve never even considered owning a cowboy hat. It means a lot that they gave it to me, but it doesn’t go well with most of my wardrobe. I spent some time tonight trying to put together an outfit.

I don’t know if you’d call them “Daisy Dukes”, but I do have a pair of denim cutoff shorts, so that was an obvious pick. I’ve got the hips to make short-shorts work. Up top I tried a button-down flannel shirt. That looked stupid tucked into my shorts, so I consulted the Internet and then did the obvious thing: I tied a knot in the front, showing off my midsection. I had always thought that tying your shirt only worked for big-chested women, but I guess with a tight belly, plain old B-cups look good too.

For some reason I’d always thought that a ponytail was part of the cowgirl look, but when I tried it I decided that I liked it better down. I’ve been letting it grow lately: wavy and brown down about even with my armpits. My normal glasses have too modern of a style, but my spare pair complemented the outfit.

I’ve got a chat buddy and sometimes sexting partner named Enzo. He’s a DJ and waiter in Germany. I never know when he’ll be around - he works crazy hours. I sent him a pic and asked what he thought.

Enzo: That gives me all sorts of ideas of things to do to you...

Lexi: Oh yeah? Like what?

Enzo: First I’d undo two more buttons on your top. Your shorts, too - just enough to see your panties.

I did like he suggested and sent him a new picture. I positioned my arms to push up my breasts a little.

Enzo: Good start. But you know, I don’t think I could resist stuffing my hands in your shirt and popping out those tits. Yeah, I think I’d yank those shorts down, too, so I could see how wet you were.