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Hi, I'm Jennifer.

Jenny, usually.

We really don't care about my last name.

You'll learn several things about me.

The first is that I love parks.

I'm drawn to parks.

Like a moth to an open flame.

And like that moth knows the flames can destroy him.

I know I might someday get mine in the park.

It isn't like I haven't had any early warnings.

You know, it was like the time when I was a little kid playing in the park and

this dirty old man came up and started to feel me up.

Like the old guys grabbing where my breasts weren't going to be for ten

Poor old fool.

It's like trying to watch the late, late movie on the radio.

There just ain't nothing there.

But you know, I liked it.

Even at that age, I dug being touched all over.

Even in places that weren't even there yet as far as sex is concerned.

I even knew then I was going to grow up digging sex.

Now I know it sounds weird, but I think parks are sexy.

I know what you're thinking.

Any chick that thinks a park is sexy would think anything is sexy.

Well, maybe that's true.

Parks are really my thing.

You know, it's really funny.

All you hypocrites out there think I'm a pervert for digging parks.

Well, what about when you tell your kids the facts of life, huh?

After you finish telling them that night people don't talk about such things,

you tell them about the birds and the bees.

And where do the birds and bees live?

In high -rise apartments?

No, in parks, along with rabbits and squirrels and boy flowers and girl

You can't tell me a park isn't alive with sex.

I like to think that rocks ball, you know, late at night when nobody's

Two rocks just kind of roll together and really have a go at it.

I know it's nuts, but it's fun to believe.

And it doesn't hurt anybody.

Well, okay, you get the point.

The point is, the whole world digs sex, and so do I. And I'm not ashamed of it.

Like some chicks cluck their tongues and call me a nymphomaniac, whatever that

is.

Like is every chick that digs sex a nympho?

I don't know.

Anyway, these same chicks that put me down for digging sex, they may eat ten

fudge sundaes a day.

Now, I call that weird and Freudian. Wow.

But I don't put them down, you know.

Different strokes for different folks.

But, you know, I really don't care if they don't dig sex.

That just leaves all the more guys for me.

But, you know, I gotta confess.

A while ago, I got to thinking maybe there was something wrong with me.

You know, with the sex thing.

So I went to a shrink.

He was a cool young guy, but sort of screwed up himself.

So I told him, all he needed was a good lay.

No guilt, no marry me crap.

No, you only love me for my body, bull.

Just one good, glorious, happy fuck.

And you know, we did it right there.

On his sacred couch.

His Freudian alder, so to speak.

And we did it every day for two weeks after that.

And on weekends, we treated each other at his apartment.

And you know, after two weeks, he said we were both completely normal. And he

fired his shrink.

But you know, sex is like everything else.

A marriage, a drug trip, a business investment.

Every now and then, one comes up that's a bummer.

And that's what got me to thinking about parks.

And my bummer in the park.

That's right. I met him in the park.

And we both knew right away we wanted it.

Then.

Trouble was, it was high noon on a hot day with all kinds of people around.

So we went over to his place.

Why not?

And he was good.

and kind and gentle at first.

And as I think I've said before, I dig sex.

Like anything goes.

And it didn't bother me that he had another chick stashed in the closet.

Like she couldn't get with it until she'd watched somebody else for a while.

You know, to me, three's not a crowd. It's a party.

But then here's what I mean by it turning into a bummer.

Like, so now it's all lovey and groovy, when all of a sudden, like, this cat's

biting on me, like he's trying to hurt me.

Trying, hell, he is hurting me. Like, it's how he gets his jollies.

So that was the beginning of the bummer.

Now, Frances, that was the other chick.

That taint that turned her off, too.

But we dug each other.

So we decided to get together later.

Where? You guessed it. In the park.

Half past three

She

was

late real late

I just knew she wasn't going to show up.

It was going to be a real ongoing bummer, all right.

God,

I wanted her.

I wanted her, I wanted anybody, I wanted myself.

I imagine I was home, in my bathroom, enjoying myself.

I was probably doing it to myself right on the park bench.

I didn't care.

I had visions of being arrested for public indecency.

I could see the headlines.

My parents could see them too.

I still didn't care.

I kept probing, touching, caressing.

In my fantasy, I imagined Francie doing it too, somewhere.

In her bathroom.

Just like mine.

In mine. I was in hers.

It didn't matter. We were in each other's.

Two people wanting each other.

Maddeningly.

But unable to get together.

you

And then it was all over, this sweet, almost unbearable release, the total

envelopment in a warm, moist, soft, flowing ecstasy.

Deep inside and in my panties, I was all wet and warm.

I started home. The whole day was a bummer.

But like I said, a park is a very sexy place to me.

Just being there with all those great natural forces at work, it turns me on.

It's not the park's fault if it turns on other people, too.

Like if the guy had only asked, I'd have headed right into the bushes with him,

poison ivy and all. I was that ready.

But what I don't understand is all this violence business.

But now it's the big fourth scene and you have to resist.

Are you going to be quiet?

Shut up and you won't get hurt.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Spread your legs, bitch.

Spread your legs.

All right.

Thank you.

Like who wants a guy to just force himself into you?

When all he needs to do to get anything he wants is just be gentle.

Oh.

What happened?

Jenny?

Oh, Jenny.

Oh, Jenny, please tell me what happened.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

baby,

I love you.

Here, here. Oh,

my God.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

We're going to go home.

But not with that creep.

After an experience like that, you'll probably think I'm really weird for

digging parks.

But the way I look at it, it's just not the park's fault.

I mean, it could have happened in my apartment elevator or the garage or even

alley behind a store.

Christ, chicks get raped everywhere.

Well, not everywhere. They all get raped in the same place.

Just different locations.

Anyway, I sure was glad to see Francie.

Would have been more glad if she'd been on time, but what the hell.

All I wanted to do now was get cleaned up and rest.

Like I really wasn't hurt.

If I hadn't fought so hard with that SOB, we might have parted friends.

But like I said, I just wanted to rest.

You know, unravel.

But not Francie.

If possible.

She's more sexed up than I am.

Oh, Jenny.

Oh, baby.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jenny, can you hear me?

Jenny, please, please, can you hear me?

Oh. Oh.

Man, I just don't dig it.

I felt it from the beginning.

The whole day was a bummer.

A rotten, lousy, bloody bummer.

Well, that's it, sports fan.

No big deal. Just another day in the life of Jennifer X.

Pretty mysterious, that Jenny X business, huh?

Okay, Jenny Smith.

Jenny Henderson.

Ginny Flathackle. Pick any name you like.

Whatever turns you on.

Anyway, I'm still around and, as they say, available.

And I still dig parks.

You cats that made the hashbrown scene will know my big bummer day was in San

Fran. I left a lot more than my heart there.

But that's all in the past.

I live in a different town now.

And I spend a lot of time in this park.

So there's a good chance that maybe one day I'll meet one of you here.

I only ask one thing.

Be gentle.

Be kind.

It works miracles on a woman like me.

You know, you can have the moon if you only say please.

So if you meet me or someone like me in the park,

And you think we can come to, you know, dig each other.

Play it cool, man.

Play it gentle, man.

Gentleman.

Yeah, that's a nice word.

Gentleman.

That's who gets it on the best.

A gentleman.