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Jarred moved around, grabbing necessities, still grumbling about the upholstery in his car and what it was gonna look like.
"Got everything?" He said, standing with a pair of suitcases and the long box.

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Kat ignored Sam for a minute as Jarred answered the phone. "The Local bookstore in the area of 30th and Wash. We'll meet you out front and head to the kid's house together. See you there." She said a quick good bye and hung up, driving into the bookstore parking lot herself. She assumed it would take Jarred a good ten minutes or more to get there so prepared for a wait.

She shook her head, glancing at Sam. "Technically I can take most anything I want, but it's nice when something is actually given. Besides, I'm not exactly into mindless naked zombies slobbering on top of me. My power isn't nearly as fun as you would think."

Kat turned off the engine giving him an odd look. "It's not sex, Sam. When you take away a person's ability to choose on the matter, that would be rape. That aside, I don't see how it would be very much fun." She leaned back in her chair with a slight sigh, "but I'll give... someone who had no scruples would love my power. Someone who didn't want affection, sincerity, or a relationship of equal partners. But I honestly don't know if there are any people like that. Even the bad folks want affection. It's in our nature."

Kat chuckled, "That would be an interesting plan, but it doesn't work all that well with the keepers and the rest of my life-plan. Besides, how many perfect men are out there who would be willing to be with a girl he could never kiss? It puts a damper on things."

Kat shook her head, "It's not the lips, it's the saliva. Technically we could do single quick smooches, occasionally,...but no tongue, no open mouth anything." She undid her seatbelt relaxing a bit in the seat while they waited. "You can't exactly call it kissing if you keep your lips as sealed as a nun's knees."

"It takes a while to gain control. But I don't like being in people's heads, especially when they don't want me there. It's like a rain of yelling that you can't escape. The coach thing was bloody awful." She groaned slightly, "I could limit the makeout sessions, but I'd still be in his head to hear what he thought about that. I'd get to hear the small voice that pops up and says 'this wouldn't happen with another girl' or any other regrets that follow. It isn't pleasant, Sam, not at all. As for a doctor removing stuff. They aren't supposed to even know my power exists, and it would likely take dissecting my dead body before anyone fully understood how it functions. The Keeper's might find some interest in that, but nobody else would benefit."

She glanced over at him, tilting her head slightly. The strawberry blond of her hair had faded a little bit, making it look less bright and a little more natural. "So are you a love-guru or something? Trying to help set me up?"

Kat shrugged in response, remaining quiet until Jarred showed up. She rolled down the window a half smile on her face. "Hoban, really? I'd have expected you get it confused with Washburne, but Hoban?" She shook her head. "Hop in then. I think the Porsche might put the kid off a bit...as much fun as it would be."