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This feeling of exceptionalism pretty much leads Jessa to act like a sociopath for a little while. Because she knows there's no going back. Not to New York. Not to the spare bedroom in Hannah's apartment. So she plays with Hannah for a little bit. Taking Hannah's interest in Frank and seeing how far it will go. Hannah expresses interest in Frank, saying, "I can never tell if guys are attractive in a loserly way or if they're just losers." And although Jessa immediately replies, "Hannah, he had a camel toe." She then proceeds to show Hannah pictures from a vintage Penthouse, saying, "These women should be really proud of themselves because in a way it's the most noble thing a woman can do, to help a boy find his sexuality, help a boy become a man."
And when they sit eating lunch and Hannah squirms at the idea of eating the rabbit that she was playing with that morning, Jessa digs right into her meat, saying, "Hannah, grow up. It's fucking food. And it's fantastic." Jessa has tasted blood.
Later, Jessa and Hannah and Frank and his lacrosse-playing poet friend Tyler drive around doing whippets and Jessa covers Tyler's eyes while he drives and Hannah freaks out. Hannah knows the rules apply to her and Jessa knows the exact opposite. But they stop. And Hannah gets out because "That is not funny. That is immature." So Hannah does the mature and serious thing of having sex with that human camel toe Frank in a cemetery that evokes the classic movie "Hocus Pocus." It's terrible. He comes in her "thigh crease."
Jessa talks with Tyler. He asks her, "So it's like you were in some kind of freefall?"
She tells him, "It's like everything was just stripped away from me and I was one big festering sore." Except that things stick to festering sores. Nothing sticks to Jessa. That's part of the problem.
Hannah comes out of the cemetery, assuming Jessa had sex with Tyler.
"Not at all," says Jessa.
"I thought that's what we were doing!" Hannah doesn't understand.
"No." Jessa does understand.
But, Hannah says, "That was me having continuity with you."
Jessa smiles. It's a dark smile. There will never be continuity between Hannah and Jessa. They are not made for the same things. They were not made the same way. But later, when they lie in bed at night, Jessa is left to deal with the fact that fucking with Hannah doesn't make her feel better. It doesn't make her feel anything. She tries to talk to Hannah, saying that she isn't in the right frame of mind to see her father.
Hannah answers, "Who's ever in the right frame of mind to see their parents?" Hannah—lucky Hannah—will never understand.
Jessa tells her, "Please don't talk about our parents like they're the same kind of parents."