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"Yeah. Don't worry about it. Have a beer and try to get some sleep. We'll be home in an hour or so. Alright. Bye." Jordan shook her head in feigned exasperation as she hung up the phone. "He is such a boy."
As the pair made their way to the sign that told them to wait for seating, Sonny asked, "It doesn't get much better with age, does it?"
"Not in the least."
A few minutes later found them comfortably seated in a booth, backs to the window and legs resting along the padded benches. The older woman had coffee and Sonny had opted for a hot chocolate.
"So," Jordan began, sipping at the black liquid. "Gonna tell me what happened?"
The teenager blushed and dropped her eyes, suddenly finding the spoon stirring her drink very interesting. "What exactly did Pete say?" she asked, fishing.
"Nope. Tell me or not. I ain't gonna play that game."
Sonny nodded glumly in understanding. After a few moments, she said, "Well, we went up to the park after the dance..." Her voice trailed off.
"Did he get to first base?" the woman teased.
Despite her embarrassment, the girl snickered. She grinned up from under dark bangs. "Yeah," she admitted.
Jordan's eyes were sparkling. "Second?" she prodded.
There was a flash of anger. "No. Not second."
The redhead nodded in comprehension. "He gave you shit about it and you bailed," she supplied.
Pale blue eyes flared. "You make it sound so... so blasé," she snapped. "When I say no, I mean no!"
"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Jordan said, turning to put her feet down on the floor and face the teenager. "That's not what I meant. I was simply stating a fact."
Sonny blew out a breath, feeling the residual anger and guilt at jumping to conclusions. "I know. I'm sorry." She shook her head. "I guess I'm still mad."
"Sounds like it."
There was silence at the table as the teenager was lost in thought. Finally, she spoke up again. "It was the same thing with Jay last year. Is that all they think about?"
Jordan looked into the beautiful, serious face. Boys ain't the only one, baby. "Well, that's been my experience," was the response.
"And it doesn't get any better as they get older?"
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Lando."
Sonny scowled. "I might as well just give in and let 'em have it then," she murmured.
"No."
The strength in Jordan's voice startled the teenager. She looked into stern emerald eyes.
"Sex is one of the most powerful weapons you have, girl," Jordan insisted.
Dark brows furrowed. "What?"
"Think about it. All those males out there will run through hoops at even a hint of getting into your pants. It's a tremendous tool. A major point of control."
Sonny worked at wrapping her mind around the concept.
"You're still a virgin?" came the blunt question.
"Uh... yeah," the teenager blushed again.
Jordan nodded in contemplation. "Good. Hold onto it. Use it as the carrot to string the guys along. Don't just give it up."
Wow. She's really adamant about this, Sonny mused. She considered the implications of why. Dropping her own feet to the floor, she leaned her elbows on the table. "Did you just give it away?"
The question almost hit the redhead with a physical force. She sat abruptly back, mouth open and stared for a second. Just a second. And then her training rushed in to protect her. The mask settled into place and she raised a cool eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
The teenager was unsure of what had just transpired and she realized she may have committed a faux pas. "I... I was just curious. You seemed pretty... It seemed really important to you and all."
Jordan studied the girl for long moments. Ya blew it, Jordie, a voice giggled. Don't tell, don't tell, or you're gonna go to Hell, it chanted with a singsong quality. Another voice, the smaller one that was seldom heard, whispered, Tell her the truth.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried," Sonny apologized, dropping her gaze and pulling away.
"No!" The guitarist reached out and took the girl's hand. "I just wasn't expecting it." She
"Yeah. Don't worry about it. Have a beer and try to get some sleep. We'll be home in an hour or so. Alright. Bye." Jordan shook her head in feigned exasperation as she hung up the phone. "He is such a boy."
As the pair made their way to the sign that told them to wait for seating, Sonny asked, "It doesn't get much better with age, does it?"
"Not in the least."
A few minutes later found them comfortably seated in a booth, backs to the window and legs resting along the padded benches. The older woman had coffee and Sonny had opted for a hot chocolate.
"So," Jordan began, sipping at the black liquid. "Gonna tell me what happened?"
The teenager blushed and dropped her eyes, suddenly finding the spoon stirring her drink very interesting. "What exactly did Pete say?" she asked, fishing.
"Nope. Tell me or not. I ain't gonna play that game."
Sonny nodded glumly in understanding. After a few moments, she said, "Well, we went up to the park after the dance..." Her voice trailed off.
"Did he get to first base?" the woman teased.
Despite her embarrassment, the girl snickered. She grinned up from under dark bangs. "Yeah," she admitted.
Jordan's eyes were sparkling. "Second?" she prodded.
There was a flash of anger. "No. Not second."
The redhead nodded in comprehension. "He gave you shit about it and you bailed," she supplied.
Pale blue eyes flared. "You make it sound so... so blasé," she snapped. "When I say no, I mean no!"
"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Jordan said, turning to put her feet down on the floor and face the teenager. "That's not what I meant. I was simply stating a fact."
Sonny blew out a breath, feeling the residual anger and guilt at jumping to conclusions. "I know. I'm sorry." She shook her head. "I guess I'm still mad."
"Sounds like it."
There was silence at the table as the teenager was lost in thought. Finally, she spoke up again. "It was the same thing with Jay last year. Is that all they think about?"
Jordan looked into the beautiful, serious face. Boys ain't the only one, baby. "Well, that's been my experience," was the response.
"And it doesn't get any better as they get older?"
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Lando."
Sonny scowled. "I might as well just give in and let 'em have it then," she murmured.
"No."
The strength in Jordan's voice startled the teenager. She looked into stern emerald eyes.
"Sex is one of the most powerful weapons you have, girl," Jordan insisted.
Dark brows furrowed. "What?"
"Think about it. All those males out there will run through hoops at even a hint of getting into your pants. It's a tremendous tool. A major point of control."
Sonny worked at wrapping her mind around the concept.
"You're still a virgin?" came the blunt question.
"Uh... yeah," the teenager blushed again.
Jordan nodded in contemplation. "Good. Hold onto it. Use it as the carrot to string the guys along. Don't just give it up."
Wow. She's really adamant about this, Sonny mused. She considered the implications of why. Dropping her own feet to the floor, she leaned her elbows on the table. "Did you just give it away?"
The question almost hit the redhead with a physical force. She sat abruptly back, mouth open and stared for a second. Just a second. And then her training rushed in to protect her. The mask settled into place and she raised a cool eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
The teenager was unsure of what had just transpired and she realized she may have committed a faux pas. "I... I was just curious. You seemed pretty... It seemed really important to you and all."
Jordan studied the girl for long moments. Ya blew it, Jordie, a voice giggled. Don't tell, don't tell, or you're gonna go to Hell, it chanted with a singsong quality. Another voice, the smaller one that was seldom heard, whispered, Tell her the truth.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried," Sonny apologized, dropping her gaze and pulling away.
"No!" The guitarist reached out and took the girl's hand. "I just wasn't expecting it." She
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