Trica and Jeremy, when it began
One woman, a man, and one too many sentient
Given my abilities, one might think I have it easy. Granted, sentience has its usefulness. I can convince my way into almost any given situation. Except marriage proposal and jerk I can’t read. Barely a week in the city and I’ve ran into Jeremy Mac five times already. Tingling when being kissed should be outlawed. Jeremy Mac is a menace to my peace of mine. And he’s not the only one. I’ve met the strangest soul, a sentient like me who refers to himself as the disciple. I am therefore I can. Not if I can stop you, Sicko.