Jessie Monologue

Jessie remained silent as Irish spoke of her beliefs. The concept was foreign to him, and he listened with curiosity and apprehension. Every religion, he had heard of so far in his life, left little to no place for women as an equal. He was more sad than surprised to learn that even the old gods seemed to be chauvinist pigs."So, Jude, was your bad boy? The one that pushed you to doubt? You know, the more you talk about him, the more I like him. I can see why you are so attached to him." He confessed.

"I only met Pucky and you, and you are probably right, I shouldn't meet more of your family's members. Every time I do, I seem unable to not feel attracted to you guys. It's really annoying." He added, smiling shyly.

In any other circumstance, Jessie would have reached in for a kiss. The pretzel's talk was full of sexual tension, and he would normally want to tap into it. But there was a bigger force than just sex at work. Irish and he had plenty of lovers. Getting laid wasn't a problem for them, but real friends were hard to come by. He didn't want to lose the chance to become this for her by falling into his old habit.
The pretzel's talk was full of sexual tension, and he would normally want to see where it lead. But there was a bigger force than just sex at work. Irish and he had plenty of lovers. Getting laid wasn't a problem for them, but real friends were hard to come by. He didn't want to lose the chance to become one to her by falling into his old habit. "Let's be honest with each other, shall we? Right now all I want is jump on you and find out how flexible you truly can be, but we shouldn't just yet. As much as I want to, let's wait a bit." Jessie told her, wishing that putting it out there in the open would somehow calm his desires. He was wrong and felt even more aroused by the simple fact that they could actually talk about these things. "This is not going to be easy." He told