Virgin Ninja (10)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (10)"
  
   Sitting across from Bobby on a cheap futon, his footing on rustic carpet, in a way, sipping at his steaming glass of green tea smooched with spearmint, the beverage offering protection and energy for the spirit within, which animates the corporeal aspects, forging true soul.  So, the conversation was moving, like this:

JOANNA
I don't do this.  I don't like guys--no girls; I'm not like that, at all.  Couldn't believe she was totally opening up.  Had a bad experience, got over it, like Batgirl, go to Mass weekly, say the Rosary, and watch Ninja movies from the Reagan era--that's me.

BOBBY
Ok.  I'm average everything, hazel eyes with gold flecks, like dogs, work as a janitor at the school, find used rubbers in the trash, all weird kinds of crap, like science fiction, and have read all the works of Philip K. Dick; plus, go to Mass as well, but only on major Holy Days.

JOANNA
What makes for a MAJOR Holy Day?

BOBBY
You know--like Christmas, Easter, Fourth of July--that stuff.

JOANNA
Grinned, adoring his doltish yet debonair delinquent doing holy things to her mind's eye.  So Bobby, why don't we race again, but trade bikes.

BOBBY
No hesitation.  Deal!