A Toreboard

As they continued to enjoy their meal, Jack's attention turned again to all the nubile young flesh moving around him.

See anything you like? she asked, grinning at him.

Busted! Well, yeah, what guy wouldn't? No one can compare to the girl I'm with, though.

Her smile turned a bit self-conscious as she looked down and blushed. Thank you, master.

No, it is I who should thank you, I think. He paused. Does it bother you?

Does what bother me, Jack?

That I looked?

Of course not, Jack. Why would it.

Well, most women, when they are on a date with a guy, don't really appreciate him checking out other women.

I'm not most, women, or any woman for that mater. While I am enjoying and think I will come to enjoy more and more being your companion if you continue to want me so, I am still also your Genie servant. If you wish to have sex with every woman in this room, I will happily make that happen.

And not be the least bit jealous?

Not in the least, Jack.

Well, I must admit I can't return that sentiment. In all honesty I can't say that I like the idea of you even looking at other guys.

That is not a concern Jack, I have and will always have eyes for only one guy. You, Master.

Now that he thought back on it, she hadn't looked at any guys that he could tell after entering the malls. She had been looking at girls with him.

Only one GUY, huh?

She blushed scarlet at his insinuation. He grinned. Interesting. The idea of her lusting after girls didn't bother him at all. Something else to file for later exploration.

He returned his attention to the crowd as she continued to blush.

The problem was these days that it was so difficult to tell who was of legal age. Can you put a little symbol over the heads of all the women eighteen and over? Maybe a little green light that only we can see?

Of course, Jack. Little green balls appeared over many of the girls' heads, although not some that he would have sworn were eighteen. If I may ask, why eighteen?

It's the legal age here.

Tingle. But that's silly. Most women are ready to have and enjoy sexual activity well before eighteen.

Have and enjoy, perhaps, but may not yet be mature enough to fully appreciate and live with the possible consequences, especially in our current society. At least that's the modern thinking. There's still a lot of old traditions and stereotypes mixed in there as well.

Genie thought about this for a moment. That has some merit, I suppose, she paused, although in your case, there aren't consequences unless you want them.

Although Jack had never really seriously considered the idea of having sexual contact with what society would consider to be a minor, he had to admit, in light what Genie had just said, that the idea was certainly intriguing, or at least, as he looked around at all the hot girls that didn't have green balls above their heads, his little head thought so.

Well, I don't know that I'm ready to go there, yet, but go ahead and put a blue ball over the heads of girls who are under 18 but are sexually mature. No, wait, make that their ages in blue. Change the green balls to ages, too.

There were now blue and green numbers floating over the majority of the girls' heads. The air was getting a bit crowded.

Looking around, Jack saw some blue and even some green numbers over girls heads that he could not possibly imagine from their appearance to be mentally ready to handle sex. He indicated one to Genie. Are you sure she is ready to have sex.

Physically, yes, she is ready to have and enjoy sex. But emotionally, no, you are right, she isn't ready.

So, it looks like I need another icon, one that indicates if a girl is really ready for sexual activity. It should probably also tell me how far she is willing to go or something...