“Oh, right.” Kristina laughed nervously. “That should go there.”
Jennifer wrote down the new options and asked, “Toys? They have a blindfold, ice, handcuffs, which I saw out there but didn’t grab, a massager, which I can only guess they mean a vibrator, a tickler, and heat.”
“How is heat a toy?” Kristina wondered. “And what’s a tickler?”
“I’m guessing like a feather. I don’t have a feather, but I’m sure there’s something else we could use to tickle each other. We already have ice in our drinks, and I’m down with the vibrator.”
“Me too,” Kristina replied. “Want to maybe swap the blindfold with dildo and handcuffs with the clitoral sucker? Heat can just be our mouths.”
“Yeah, I like that idea,” she said and made the changes. “Actions are suck, nibble, kiss, rub, tickle, and lick.”
“We can leave those, I think,” Kristina suggested. “They all sound good to me.”
“What if we replace tickle with something since we already have the tickler in the toys?” she asked.
“With what?”
Jennifer looked over at her and replied, “Fuck.”
Kristina swallowed and said, “We should be doing the cards instead of doing this.”
“Probably. Now, the last die is time, which we can just keep, so I can fold now, and you can read the first question.”
“And after that?” Kristina asked. “I mean, after the cards.”
“We’ll see, won’t we?” Jennifer teased and started to fold the first one.
“Right. Okay. The first one is about your favorite sports team. What’s yours?”
“I have no time to watch sports.” Jennifer laughed. “But I grew up loving the White Sox.”
“You did?”
Jennifer nodded.
“Me too,” Kristina revealed.
Jennifer looked up at her then, ceasing her folding, and asked, “Are you from Chicago?”
Kristina nodded this time.
“Do you still live there?”
“Yeah. Outside the city because it’s too expensive, but yeah. You?”
“I have a condo in River North. I just bought it.”
“Really?”
“I’m not rich; I should tell you that. I just finished paying off my student loans. But my grandfather died about two years ago, and about a year ago, they finished with his estate stuff, and he left me some money. I used most of that for the house and to finish paying off my loans. It’s a three-bedroom, two-bath place, about fifteen hundred square feet, and it’s near my new job, which worked out well. I don’t know that I’ll be there forever, but I wanted enough space just in case.”
“Space?”
“Kids,” Jennifer replied with a shrug. “I put off having them. Now, I’m forty-two and just starting to slow down, but I’d like at least one. Two, if the first one doesn’t kill me.” She laughed a little nervously. “It’s one of the reasons I’m here. I have been making a lot of life changes, and I’m not getting any younger. I don’t want to be a single mom, but I will if I can’t find someone to share parenting with. I came here to maybe do that.”
“Me too,” Kristina shared.
“Yeah?”
