“No,” she said. “I wasn’t sure if they were worth it.”
“They are,” Kristina replied and took it from the shelf. “Just in case.”
Jennifer smiled at her and wondered how it wasn’t weird to be sex-toy shopping with a woman she had only spoken a few words to, and none of them had been about sex because that still wasn’t allowed. She followed Kristina into her room, and they set all of their recently acquired toys on the end of the bed. Then, Kristina left the room for a moment, and Jennifer wasn’t sure what she was doing, so she just sat on the bed, placed the note cards next to her, and stared at their assortment of toys.
“Your drink was gin and tonic, right? I’ve seen you have a couple. I thought…”
Kristina held out a glass to her.
“Yeah, thank you,” she replied and took it from her. “I could’ve gotten us drinks.”
“Used to taking care of a lady?” Kristina teased.
“When I have one to take care of, yes. Do you not like being taken care of?”
“No, I do, but I also don’t mind being the one to take care of the woman I’m with.” Kristina sat down with a glass of her own and pulled two bottles of water out of her arm that had been pressed to her body. “Here you go.”
“Thanks. Want to fold some dice while we go through these questions?”
“Sure.”
“Okay. Read the first one while I open this thing.” Jennifer picked up the package, opened the plastic, and set the hard, flat paper on the bed. “You can see them now.”
“Oh, it’s tamer than I thought it would be, actually,” Kristina replied. “I guess I thought it would say, ‘Fuck your partner in a swimming pool with a dildo for fifteen minutes,’ or something.”
“Is that something you’d be into?” Jennifer asked her, swallowing.
“Pool sex? Not really, no. Not with a dildo, at least.”
“Yeah, water isn’t exactly good lube.”
“No, it’s not. Maybe with fingers, though.”
“Could be nice,” Jennifer agreed. “But instead, we got, ‘Nibble their navel in the shower with a blindfold for fifteen minutes.’”
“Who’s wearing the blindfold?” Kristina teased.
“I’d imagine the person whose navel is getting nibbled.”
Kristina laughed and said, “You were right: this is pretty fun.”
“We could also substitute some of these with things we might want instead.”
“Like what?”
“Do you have a pen?” Jennifer asked.
“You’re going to write on them?”
“I’ll buy Nia another one if she needs it,” she replied.
“Okay. Well, I don’t have a pen, but I do have a pencil. I… I’m lame, and I brought my music with me.”
“Music?” Jennifer asked.
“Sheet music. Blank. Well, not all blank; I’ve been writing a little when we have nothing to do here.”
“You write music?”
