Her life had only taught her about syns, and masters, and her fading memories of the convent gave no insights.He'd tried to talk while they ate. Tried...to converse." ... so, um," he glanced at his bowl of noodles. "How long have you been a synthetic?" Always," she replied."Oh." He paused, then took another bite. "I guess, I mean, how old are you?"She thought furiously for a moment. "Four months. Or three."His eyes widened. "Whoa, I thought- well, you don't look super young..."She busied herself. Didn’t need to.”“Oh, poor Julie. Ouch!”“Hey, I didn’t mean it that way,” I said honestly.“I know. I think it’s cool that you didn’t have to get drunk to have fun. Seems like that was the only thing I did with James, besides fuck.”I laughed. “True.”We were silent for some time, staring at the sparks that were aperiodically propelled into the night air. Worry crept back into my thoughts.“Do you think she’ll be mad at me for smoking?” I asked.“I don’t know. She seems pretty open minded.”“Yeah.. Do we live here? Yes. Do we take it for granted? Sometimes we do. I wake up at 5 am and notice you’re gone from my bed. I’m not worried. I know where to find you. You’ll be there on the porch on the swing, sipping your coffee, and enjoying the morning. I put on my warm, silky robe and head down the stairs. I stop in the kitchen to grab my cup of warm coffee that you have readily prepared. I am so turned on this morning by the crispness of the morning air and the peaceful, tranquil life of the. This kiss was more adult than anything we had done before.I felt his hands drop to my butt. He slipped them inside my covered butt cheeks and squeezed them rather firmly. He was also pulling me really close up against him. I felt his dick pulse as we were closely connected at the waist."Ohh, Jack, you feel nice. Is that all you pressing against me?" Yes, Susan. I know you have been glancing at me lately. I have wanted to tell you how much I care about you. How do you feel about me?" I don't.