A study date at Bria's house

The young black man stopped to admire the impressive house before continuing up the walkway, climbing the stairs to the porch and knocking on the door.

A pudgy, balding middle-aged man answered the door and looking the visitor up and down with unconcealed contempt. "What do you want?" he sneered.

"Mr. Jeurgen?" the young man ventured, eliciting an unexpected chortle. "Um, is Bria here? I'm her tutor."

"You?" The man retorted with raised eyebrows, folding his arms and protectively blocking the door. "Listen, kid, I don't know what kind of game you're pulling, but if you think..."

"Jamal, is that you?" a girl's voice called from inside the house. The pretty blonde descended the stairs, waving her erstwhile protector aside. "Jerry, what are you doing?" she admonished him, brushing by him and leading the guest in by the hand.

"Young lady, go upstairs and put some clothes on!" Jerry ordered, agape at her wardrobe: his teenage stepdaughter was clad only in hip-hugging brightly striped shorts and a loose-fitting tube top. In contrast to her minimal and casual attire, her hair was intricately and painstakingly coiffed.

"Yeah, yeah, come on, Jamal," the blonde said with a sigh and eye-roll, before leading him up by the hand up the stairs.

"No, Bria, he's not allowed in your room!" Jerry protested from the foot of the stairs. "Stay down here to study!"

"You're not my dad, Jerry!" Bria called over her shoulder as they rounded the corner into her bedroom and she dramatically slammed the door behind her, finishing with a frustrated groan.

Bria's bedroom was positioned in the corner of the house, well-lit by a number of windows on two walls. It was in many ways a typical teenage girl's bedroom, with posters and many photographs decorating the walls, and frilly pillows and a few stuffed animals on the queen-sized bed. A computer faced the bed, which was flanked by two doors: one into a bathroom, and the other into a walk-in closet which seemed to contain a considerable wardrobe. A shimmering dress hung off a hanger on the closet door. Although Bria's bedroom was on the second floor of the house, a hill in the side yard rose to its level, and a careful glance out the window would reveal someone concealed in the bushes, potentially spotted by the sun glinting off his telescopic lens...

"Jamal, I really need your help," the beauty queen confided as she took a sipped a drink through a straw and gestured at her intricate hairstyle. "I'm going to a function tonight, and I haven't even started that essay that's due tomorrow. Can you write it for me?"

"I'm supposed to be your tutor, not your homework ****," he replied softly but disapprovingly. "Me doing the work doesn't help you."

"Please..." Bria begged, batting her blue eyes and bending forward to grip his arms pleadingly. "I'll owe you big time!" She wiggled her breasts a little, certain the flirty little gesture was all he'd expect to receive, but her bedroom door opened.

"Bria...!" Jerry gasped, unclear on what he was interrupting but confident it wasn't study. The blonde girl threw up her hands, groaning in frustration as she pushed the older man out of her bedroom and into the hallway. They argued quietly for a minute, the girl's voice raising in volume until a final accusation could be heard: "You want to see that, Jerry! You wanted to open the door and see us naked!"

Moments later, Bria stormed back into her bedroom, addressing Jamal but calling behind her: "Don't mind my stepfather, he's a racist... and a pervert!" before slamming the door.