As Kent followed her, Jenna remarked, “You don’t look like the type of guy who’d be interested in muddin’ to me. You look all preppy, you know... Like you keep clean and all that.” Kent raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t everyone?” Jenna laughed. “You aren’t around local guys much, are you? The only time you can get them to shower is when you get in there with them. Hell, that’s the only time I shower either.” Kent could tell. He could smell her body odor across the room. But it wasn’t necessary a bad. I clicked more as I pressed tight against the ground and passed into the darkness beneath the door. In heartbeats, I entered my sitting room.The Naithan throw rug proved an obstacle. My tiny legs sank into the gaps in the colorful weave, slowing me down. I had to move with care, putting my legs down on individual threats, balancing on them as I crossed the room.It felt so huge at this scale, the ceiling out of sight.I clicked in relief once I scurried off and reached my door. I squeezed through. I had a number for her and needed to get in touch. Shortly after, I had a call from an American who said he had a research proposal he wanted to discuss. This was unexpected but not exactly unusual for someone in my position. I mean I am often asked for operational advice about research projects or asked to review the results. Anyway, perhaps the day after, I had agreed to see the American and I was walking home from the building when a man came up to be. He said he was the man I had spoken to.. The right front passenger door opened as I approached the vehicle. I slipped into the seat."Tiffany!" I said surprised. She was in the driver's seat."Close the door," she said. I did and buckled up."You have your license?" I asked."No," she said like it was a stupid question. "I'm only 14. You have to be 16 to get a license." She pulled away from the curb."But you're driving," I said. You know, perhaps she didn't notice that she was behind the wheel of an expensive vehicle as she turned left at.