Jennifer and Rocket (The Princesses of Silicon Valley Book 6) Read Free

good.”
    The air in the truck starts to relax as we fall into an easy flow of conversation.
    Rocket explains, “This show has a bunch of the leaders in the New York movement. It’s my favorite modern art period. The Americans were doing interesting work. They were rejected by the art world for being American and started working inward, creating their own style. Since the critics weren’t interested in them, they created works for themselves, which they could share with each other. This gave their creativity a lot of freedom. Like all art, it reflects what was happening at the time. WWII changed America. Instead of looking to Europe for leadership, we became proud of our own ideas, our own leadership.”
    I’m shocked.
    This is not what I expected from this rough looking guy.
    We drive in silence for a while, he then says, “Taking an audio tour sounds like a good idea; there’s always something new to learn.”
     

Chapter 3 – Modern Art
Rocket
     
    As we drive up to San Francisco, Jennifer asks me about myself. Even though I know you need to share with women, I’m not interested in sharing too much. It’s a relief when we move to art, that’s an easy subject, something I like. Even so, after a bit, I turn the conversation so I can find out more about her.
    “How come you chose to be a teacher?”
    “I spent all my summers in high school and college working with kids. I found my favorite age was tweens to early teens.”
    “Really, tweeners? Aren’t kids that age difficult?”
    “No, not at all. At that age, the kids are young enough to want to please their teacher, but old enough to be able to think deeply. It’s the first time they can look at situations in other perspectives.”
    She’s perky.
    Not usually my type, but her energy feels good. When was the last time I was with a woman who felt right? When was the last time I was with a woman where I wanted more? “Were you a cheerleader in high school?” I ask.
    “How do you know?” she answers with real surprise.
    “You’ve got that bubbly energy thing going.”
    “In high school, you were…” she looks at me, her eyes squint. It’s easy to tell she’s trying to turn back the years.
    “Skateboarder.” I feel a smile on my lips as I flash back to those days. I continue to explain, “My friends and I spent some time at the skateboard parks, but most of the time we were daring each other by turning our town into a skateboard park. It was a thrill to elude the police. Even so, I was into art back then, though, math was my favorite subject at school.”
    “They have skateboard parks in Wyoming?”
    “Wyoming?”
    “You said you lived in Wyoming?”
    “I’m sure they have skateboard parks in Wyoming, but I grew up in LA. I moved to Wyoming after college.”
    “Why Wyoming?”
    “I graduated during the great recession. The economy was crap. No one was getting jobs. The oil fields were looking for welders. As a sculptor, I knew how to weld. The money was good. It sure beat sleeping in my childhood bedroom.”
    “You’re from the bay area?” I ask.
    “Hawaii, actually, Oahu.”
    “I can see you dancing hula,” I say, as I remember the graceful way her hot butt moved on the dance floor last night.
    “Really?” she says with a bright smile. “I took lessons from when I was four till I graduated high school.”
    “You need to take lessons to dance hula? Can’t you just put on a grass skirt and shake your butt?”
    Out of the corner of my eye I catch the really nasty look she shoots me. There’s something about Jennifer I find compelling. I almost want to annoy her again to get that reaction.
    Raising her index finger to me she says, “First of all the grass skirts and butt shaking is Tahitian, not Hawaiian. Hollywood always shows clips of Tahitian dancing when they show Hawaii.” Raising her next finger, “Second of all, we don’t get up and shake our butt, there’s a bunch of different dance moves and lots of different dances.