"You guys definitely don't know what Jennifer and I did last night!"
A young man with a face full of freckles and sandy brown hair sat under a street umbrella, holding a glass of orange juice spiked with alcohol, chatting about last night's events with Jennifer to his two close friends.
"I have to say, it was the most enjoyable and coolest night I've ever had, you can never imagine how gentle she was, and…"
"I know."
Spotted Face was stunned for a moment, the three of them sitting around the table, and these two were his good buddies, while Jennifer was his girlfriend.
He looked at his friend's sincere expression and then cast away some unpleasant thoughts. He assumed that when his bro said "I know," it meant he had also experienced a remarkable girl.
But Spotted Face believed, no matter how incredible his brother's experiences were with other girls, they couldn't compare to his girlfriend Jennifer, so he shook his head to defend her performance. "No, you don't know."
