I met Jenny where she worked behind the counter in a coffee shop, one of those hip local poet hangouts that serve esspresso, and cappichino, and rag on the older generation. Young and still foolish she had a nose ring, and a pierced tongue, but what drew my attention was the thin short T-shirt she was wearing that let me oggle her tucked in waist with the ring in her belly button flap above her denim cut offs, and allowed her nipples to poke through atop thos swollen breasts showing that her right one had a ring pierced in it too. Now why a beautiful girl like that would think she needed any other help to get attention than the body, and face she had already was beyond my comprehension. Without all the jewelry she was perfect bait for the next Playboy Bunny of the Year centerfold. But the thing was, on her it all looked great, as did the butterfly tattoo on the outside of her left ankle, so I put it down as something the crowd she hung around talked her into. After all, with her natural honey blond hair, to have it streaked in bright lime, and red purple as if painted was a bit ludicrous even at 18 years old in her sophomore year of college.

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