Explore the app more

Since Molly isn’t paying attention, you take the opportunity to explore the app some more.

When you first open your phone again, a new popup window appears.

Internet connection not found. For best results enable internet connection. Go to settings? YES/NO

You shrug and tap YES and enable your internet connection.

You have a very good plan on your phone - as a tech geek you are more willing to spend the money on your electronic toys rather than other things - so by the time you reopen the Affection App, as you’ve started thinking of it, your internet has connected. A new popup appears:

Internet connection detected. Enable real time updates? YES/NO

Sure, why not. You immediately see an update appear on the screen:

Molly affection +3

It’s immediately covered up by another popup.

Apple watch detected on user’s body. Sync with Apple watch? YES/NO

Wow. You give permission. The app trundles for a few seconds and you notice your watch wake up then:

Apple watch synced. Go to app settings to set Apple watch notification settings. OK

You shrug and close the popup and go to the app settings. You explore it and while there are quite a few settings you want to explore later, you quickly find the notification settings. There are basically some settings asking you if you want full notifications or partial for this or that. You quickly set it up the way you want. In essence you want only short-form updates on your watch and your watch only gets long-form alerts at significant milestones. Your phone’s lock screen will be the same for now.

You look up and the traffic has reduced. “How much farther?” you ask Molly.

She looks over at you and grins. “Just around the corner, really.”

You figure you have just enough time to quickly check out Tammy. There’s a picture of her sitting on a sofa.

Name: Tamara Sally Carter

Personal Information +

Affection Information +

Physical Information +

You only care about Affection for now.

Affection Information -

• Affection: 35

Eh, not too bad you figure. Probably about right for a sister that is seven years older than you are and had a little bit of “mommy” feelings for you given she helped babysit you like most older sisters do - until she got pregnant at 16, of course, then she was focused on Molly.

You can’t help yourself. You tap the phone a few times getting the following information.

Personal Information -

• Age: 34
• Gender: Female
• Marriage Status: Single
• Children: 1

And
Physical Information -****

• Height: 5’ 4”
• Weight: 130
• Eyes: Blue
• Hair: Blond
• Bust: 36C
• Waist: 32
• Hips: 36
• Sex:
  -- Oral: Nonvirgin - Inactive
  -- Vagina: Nonvirgin - Inactive
  --Anus: Virgin

About what you expected, really. The Inactive tag is new and intriguing - you wonder just how long of a dry spell is necessary before that tag appears. Just then Molly pulls into the apartment parking lot so you put your phone away. You can explore some more later.

“If you carry my bag, I’ll carry the pizzas,” you say to Molly.

She nods so you hand her the bag and pick up the pizzas. You feel a beep on your watch as you follow her swaying butt up the stairs. You’re fairly sure you just got another notification - it remains to be seen if you get enough notifications to be annoying.

Your sister and niece live on the second floor so it’s not a big deal for you to take the stairs even though you’re not the most fit person in the world - too much sitting at desks made sure of that. You’re not fat - on the contrary, you’re pretty thin. Or weak. You just…don’t have much stamina when it comes to something more strenuous than walking.

You follow Molly into the apartment and Tammy is sitting on the sofa in the living room. She stands up right away when she sees you two. You notice she’s wearing essentially the same as Molly - a pair of jeans and a shirt. Obviously she changed when she got home from work.

“Thanks, Molly,” she says as she gives her daughter a brief hug and kiss on the cheek. She’s already moving on to you.

“Jacob!” she cries out as she attempts to give you a hug around the pizza boxes.

Molly snickers and rescues the pizza before Tammy makes you drop them. As soon as she does, Tammy repositions so she’s directly in front of you and glomps you into a tight hug. She pushes you back and, holding you by the shoulders, looks you up and down. “Are you okay?”

“I wasn’t even there when the fire started,” you answer. “I saw the fire trucks from down the street when I got home and there was smoke coming from every window I could see including mine. I’m fairly sure the building is a goner and so is all my stuff. Other than what I had in my bag and at work, of course.”

“Aw,” Tammy coos in sympathy. “I know you said you could crash for the night but, really, you can stay as long as you want.”

Molly starts to protest a little bit and Tammy cuts her off. “I know we only have two bedrooms. We’ll figure it out. The sofa isn’t that bad, really.”

Molly just shrugs at that and carries the pizza into the kitchen. You wonder if that shrug was in agreement or something else.

Tammy pulls you along behind. “I’m sure you’re hungry. Let’s eat.”

You grin to yourself. Tammy always used to mother you when you two were younger, especially when she was 14/15 and you were 7/8. When she was 16 and you were 9, however, she was basically seduced by an older guy and got pregnant. As soon as he found out, he dumped her and it made her only care about herself and Molly for a long time. She’s been coming out of that shell for the last five years or so and you’re happy to see her almost back to her old self.

During that whole conversation you’d felt your watch beep several times. As you sit at the table and wait for Tammy and Molly to gather plates and cups, you discreetly check your watch.

Molly Carter +1

Tammy Carter +1

Molly Carter +1

Tammy Carter +2

Tammy Carter +1

If your memory is accurate, that means Molly is now at 15 and Tammy is at 39. Only 11 more to go for 50, you think. You’re mostly curious about what will be unlocked at 50 as that was obliquely referred to as a major milestone in the glossary.