She reached up to play with the very puffy nipples Ethan had imagined for her, and shrugged her shoulders.
"I actually kind of like it," she said. "and besides, why should I care in the first place? I've been imagined in far worse ways by many people, including yourself I might add, in my 5000 years of existence."
"Touché," Jessie replied.
Eventually Ethan came back from his explorations.
"And what did you find!" Jaleh asked him.
"Well, for starters I decided to avoid searching for secrets involving illegal activity to stay out of any ethical dilemmas created by your restrictions on using the information."
"Technically they were Jessie's restrictions," Jaleh chimed in, "or at least ones I knew she'd want, but do go on."
"It made the challenge even more interesting anyway because I had to be even more specific in my examination of patterns. I think the most interesting secret I found involves a couple sitting in a booth behind me. They are one a date for their twelfth wedding anniversary. They have three children. She doesn't have any idea who the fathers of any of the three children are, except that she's pretty confident they aren't her husband's."
"Ooh," Jaleh replied, "that
is
juicy."
"There's more," Ethan went on.
"Do tell," Jaleh encouraged.
"She's seriously considering that it's time for a fourth. And the reason it was so easy for me to get into her head is that she has seen me and considers me a prime candidate for someone she might like to try out as a potential father."
"My, my," Jaleh responded. "So are you going to give her a chance to try it out?"
He just shook his head.
"I can't," he said with a smile. "You said we couldn't use any information I found."
He looked over at Jessie and smiled.
"And besides," he added, "I've already decided that I'm not using my powers to seduce women for a while. Maybe never again."
Jessie sensed that Jaleh wanted to make a comment about this, but instead she held her tongue.
It was their fifth date, exactly two weeks after the first date they went on. They had both thoroughly enjoyed each date, connecting in ways that never really happened the first time around. After each date, Tom had walked her back to her apartment, kissed her goodnight and headed home.
This time, however, he was not headed in the direction of her apartment at all.
"Where are we going?" She asked him.
"You'll see," he said. She could tell he was excited about something. She really wanted to slip into his consciousness and see what was up, but she knew it simply wasn't allowed.
Eventually they showed up at an apartment building that Jessie didn't recognize at all, which made her even more puzzled. He punched in a code in a keypad and the door opened for them, adding even more to her confusion.
"Are we visiting someone? A friend of yours?" She asked.
"Patience," he urged her as they got on the elevator. "You'll see soon enough."
They got off the elevator and walked to an apartment door. Tom stopped and knocked on the door. They waited for a little while, but there was no answer. There were no sounds at all emanating from the apartment.
"Are you sure they are home?" She asked. "Are they expecting us?"
He knocked a second time, and waited again, but there was still no response. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled something out.
"Well," he said," I guess I'll have to use the key then."
"What is going on, Tom?" She asked, even more perplexed. She knew where Rebecca lived. This was definitely not her apartment. What was he up to?
He unlocked the door and they went in and looked around a little. The apartment was almost completely empty. There was a refrigerator in the kitchen, a table and two chairs in the breakfast nook, and no other visible furnishings of any kind.
"So who's place is this?" She finally asked.
He led her to the kitchen table and picked up a piece of paper and handed it to her. It was clearly an invoice from a well known internet service provider. She looked at him, puzzled once again as to why he would be handing her someone else's paperwork. He nodded towards the paper in her hand and she looked at it for several long seconds before she realized it had his name on it.
"Wait! This is
your
place? You didn't tell me you were getting a new place! Wait a second. How can you afford a place like this?"
"Well," he said with a smile, "I didn't really share details about what happened with Jack, but I was the one who found out what he had done. And I was the one that figured out the best way to fix it, and install the tracer that law enforcement wanted. They asked me to lead the team that implemented the fixes. That's why they hired a relative newcomer to take Jack's place. It's also why they are paying me a lot more money to make sure they keep me around."
"God, that's great!" she said, pulling him in to give him a big kiss.
He showed her around, explaining the ideas he was thinking about in terms of furnishing and decorating, and asking her opinions on it all. Eventually they got to a fairly long wall that looked like it might be a challenge to decorate.
"I was thinking that this would be a great place for a whole bunch of bookshelves," he told her. "Just in case I ever need to store a large collection of books."
He looked at her expectantly.
She looked back and smiled.
"Don't you have to actually read to have a collection of books?" She said, grinning at him.
"I hear the ladies like a guy who has a big one... ummm... Collection of books that is," he replied laughingly.
"Seriously though," she said to him. "Why would you want room for a collection of books?"
"Well, the truth is, the company is paying me a lot more, but it still isn't enough to comfortably afford this place, so I am planning on finding a roommate. I hear the person I was thinking of has a lot of books."
"How many?" She asked with a sly smile.
"Enough to fill a storage facility, from what I hear."
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were asking me to move in with you," she said.
"Then perhaps you don't know any better, because that is precisely what I am asking you to do."
"When?"
"We could start right now as far as I'm concerned. Once you can get out of your lease, then we can share the cost of this place. I can make do for now, but it'll certainly be easier with two incomes helping to pay for it."
"What makes you think I would want to live with you?"
In response, he stepped up and kissed her, passionately, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. It was, by far, the most passionate kiss they had shared since they went on that first date. His hand found her lovely ass and pulled her into him, grinding his hardening cock into her pelvis.
"What makes you feel like I am a fifth date kind of girl?" She asked him with a smirk.
"I'm just thinking that if we are going to move in together, we should try out the bedroom first, unless of course you'd rather stay in the guest bedroom."
"You think I'm going to let you keep the master?"
"Does that mean you're planning to move in with me?"
"Maybe," she replied, "although I'm not sure. You still haven't even showed me the bedroom yet."
He took her hand and led her into one of the two bedrooms. There was a king size mattress, still on the floor, a small nightstand with a lamp and an alarm clock on it, and three pieces of luggage open on the floor with clothes inside. Other than that, the room was empty.
"How comfortable is the bed?" she asked.
And then he was kissing her again.
Their hands freely explored each other's bodies as their tongues chased each other in and out of their mouths.
"Oh god I've missed you so much," she said to him as he untucked her blouse from her pants and almost frantically began unbuttoning it. When it was open all the way, he practically tore it off of her.
