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Is that bad?

Fuck no. It's awesome. A harvest moon that is a super moon?

... I don't get it.

Google it.

... and Google is...?

Are you fucking with me?

If I was, I'd be smiling.

You don't know what the internet is?

I know what it is!... I think.

But... not how to use it, or anything...

You need a computer for that, right?

Or a smartphone or a tablet. Go to a browser page, bring up Google.

[Isabel glances at him then back up to the sky.] It's a super harvest moon. The full moon closest to the autumn equinox but it's not usually this close to the Earth. I heard there were a lot of super moons this summer. I wish I could have seen them.

Super moons are rad. Get me hot in my naughty place.

[Well, that wasn't the reaction she was expecting and she adds a couple inches of space between them. This is New York and he is a complete stranger that just opened with the aroused state of his genitalia.] Behave or you're going to get kneed in your naughty place.

As if I'm not prepared for that to happen.

I guarantee you're not prepared for me.

Pffffffffffffft.

I'm technologically impaired.

Otherwise known as lazy and dumb.

I guess.

I don't use computers, anyway.

All the nights with the moon are pretty.

Tell me 'bout it. Dunno if I wanna go swimmin' or ridin' tonight.

That is a crime in this day and age.

I won't disagree.

If you're going swimming I'm staying out of the water.

'Fraid of somethin'? Anika went swimmin' with me.

I don't ever see the man in the moon people say is there, though. I look at it and there are darker bits, but I don't think it looks like a face. More like a bunny.

A bunny?

You like her.

[This wasnt the first time a guy had blown off her warning. In fact, the stronger the guy the harder they rolled their eyes and this guy looked like he lived in a gym.] Listen tough guy, you probably arent used to the word no but if you even touch me, I wont just put you down. I'll put you in the ground. This is not a fight you can win.

First of all, sweetheart, I'm fuckin' gay so I have absolutely no desire to touch you. Second, don't count your chickens before they are hatched. I'll put you in a worse place then in the ground. Back the fuck off.

If I didn' like ya, you'd know. Besides, eatin' wolf-changers is bad for digestion.

Even if I could prob'ly swallow ya in one gulp in Swimmin' Jaws.

Yeah. My mom always told me there was a bunny in the moon. So I guess that's why I see it there.

[She would never admit that she was nervous but when he admitted to being gay there was a quick flood of relief before she went right back to angry.] Why on Earth would you just blurt out to some girl you don't even know about your arroused naughty place. God! I thought you were some sexual predator or worst a bro with a death wish and I REALLY didnt want to have to dispose of a corpse in these shoes. Who taught you how to talk to women? They should be beaten.

I did say that the moon not your uptight ass, was the cause of my aroused state. It's called a joke. Lay off with the death threats I'm not in the mood for bad jokes.

I'm not uptight! [She would get defensive about that part.] I've never been to New York before, I haven't been mugged or assaulted yet, and when you immediately started in on your [She motions to his junk] stuff all I could think was of course I would try to chat with Stranger Danger.

[With a sigh, she rakes her fingers through her thick hair.] You have a really weird sense of humor.

Need to stop watching movies, lady. We don't hand out muggings to every visitor that crosses the state line.

So do you.

I wasnt trying to be funny. I was trying to be enough of a pain in the ass that you might just think I was more trouble than I am worth and you wouldnt attack me. How was I supposed to know that its normal for people in New York to start conversations by drawing attention to their man parts? Is sniffing involved as well? I wouldnt want to be caught in a future faux pas.

Can't imagine our meat is very tender.

I can't even think about that, man! I love to surf!

Look, I get it, women are taught that all men are out to rape them. And, yeah, I know that's a real fear. It's a real concern. But, come on, I was fucking joking about the moon. Sniffing might be involved, I've been told I'm something of an animal.

Too bony. Seals are better. Been a long time since I was small enough to bother with fish. Baby whales ain't bad.

So surf. I'm Rokea, not a common shark. I can tell the difference between a surfer and a seal. You smell different, you feel different. It ain't hard to tell.

You're right. It was completly rude but I'm nothing if not forgiving. [Ha.]...Maybe I was a little quick with the threats. [That might be the closest thing to an apology he's getting.]