First time I met her I was throwing up in the lady’s room stall. She had brown hair down to her shoulders and looked a bit older than me. At first she came across as a plain jane to me, in her plain black shirt, and her plain skinny jeans. “Would you like me to get you another one?” She aske me. I laughed because most people’s inital response would be to say they didn’t think you needed anymore or offer you a glass of water. But not Jenny.  “What you drinking” she asked. “Jack and Coke’ I answered carelessly. I rinsed my mouth out with some sink water that taste like the water smelled from the urinals. I’m sure this action didn’t make much of a difference . I tried to straighten myself up as much as I could, but it was all in vain. She returned with thwo drinks in her hand and extended one my way. She asked for my name which I think I managed to mumble through parched lips, Jack.  She snickered in an amused sort of way as when someones curiousity has arose. “Well, a Jack for the Jack then” she said through smiling white teeth. I thought back to a time when only one other person in my life had made this comment.

I liked Jenny, she became a friend of mine. The first night we met we went back to her apartment with a six pack of beer and a half of bottle of Jack Daniels. After a few drinks we started to get comfortable the way people often do after a few drinks have started pulsing through their bloodstream. We laid down on her futon bed which was made of a creaking old wooden frame. With every shift of the weight it moaned under the movement of pressure. Then, out of nowhere she leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were tastefully and unexpectedly soft and I had been hungry for that type of human contact for awhile. I just didn’t know it yet. I leaned in closer and pressed my lips against hers harder and she grabbed my hands and put then on the curve of her hips. ” Don’t be afraid to touch me” she said. I pulled her tighter and  as I did I could smell the whiskey on her breath and I took it all in. She told me that she usually didn’t do these sort of things but there was something in the way of hte movement in her hands that she seemed to understand.