...egan Jenny, making small talk. Brad closed the window behind her and turned to face Jenny with a serious expression on his face. “Before we start anything, I just want to ask you one more time Jen, that you're sure you're... that we're ready for this.”
Jenny rolled her eyes, not grasping the severity of the situation. However, if Brad needed to be sure, then she supposed it wouldn't hurt to humor him. Crossing her arms over her chest, Jenny closed her eyes and soberly stated “Yes, Brad, I've thought it over and I've decided that I'm ready for you and I to do this sex thing.” Peeking one eye open, Jenny took another look around the room. “So how do we start? I don't see any special equipment or instruction books...” Brad just cleared his throat, and muttered “uhh, those come later. For today just follow my lead, ok?” Brad pressed “play” on his remote control for his stereo system, filling the room with soft, rhythmic music. “Hey! I like this song.” exclaimed Jenny with enthusiasm. “I think I understand now... sex is a dance, right? That would explain why Brit and Tiff found out about it at dance clubs.”
“What? No.” corrected Brad, stepping in close to Jenny and placing his hands on her should...