3.MAFV
From Create Your Own Story
Tonight's the night.
After spending months nerving yourself up, you are finally going to talk to Jessica. You've wanted her ever since that day you saw her waiting tables at your favorite coffee shop. You want her, and you're certain she'd want you if you only got the chance to talk to her.
So here you are, waiting outside her apartment when she comes home, walking slowly down the sidewalk. She's wearing tight jeans and high heels, and looks even better than she does in her waitress uniform. When she's nearly in front of her building, you call out. "Jessica! Hey, Jessica!"
She stops as you walk over to her. She smiles uncertainly as you approach. "I've seen you before," she says.
"I buy lunch from you every day."
She nods. "Right. BLT with a side of fries and iced tea."
"That's me."
"Well, what can I do for you?"
For a moment, you hesitate. You know what you want to say, but, as always, when you are confronted by Jessica's beauty, you freeze. Jessica is about 5'3", with long dishwater blonde hair, green eyes, beestung lips, D-cup breasts, and the sweetest, roundest ass you've ever seen. You think, if she weren't waiting tables and going to college, she could make a nice living as a stripper or a swimsuit model. Jessica's always had this effect on you. It's why you've needed to spend the last few months nerving yourself up.
"I, uhm, I wondered if you might want to go out sometime," you say. You are proud of yourself. You got it out!
Jessica slowly shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says, "I sure you're a nice guy and all, but I don't date customers, and I really don't have time to date anyone now anyway. I hope you understand." Before you can say anything, she turns away from you and walks into her building.
You stand on the street outside her building for several minutes after she goes in, then you go across the street to a nearby bar. You buy a strong glass of whiskey and drink it while you stare at her building.
You feel rage building up in you. All these months, Jessica smiled at you, laughed at your jokes, even touched your hand a few times. You were sure she liked you.
When your whiskey is finished, you pay the bartender and go back outside. You glance at Jessica's building. The lights are on in her apartment, but of course its early.
You reached a decision while you were drinking your whiskey. You will be with Jessica, one way or another. You will make her love you.
Do you:
