No time to waste

You can barely contain your excitement, you jump out of bed and look in the mirror, you're wearing a tank top, pj pants that resemble caprice pant cut off mid calf, underneath you wore only a black g-string (no bra) and your long lair pulled back in a messy braid.

This was, infact your favorite outfit, then you had an idea, what better way to greet your first Black Man than in your favorite outfit, not only that but it was an easy outfit to get out of.

You grabbed your keys and phone and ran out the door forgetting to grab shoes, running across the lawn and then driveway barefoot. It's now that you regret lending your car to your friend for her work trip, instead of 10 minutes with a car, it'll take about about an hour with your bicycle, but there's nothing you can do about it now. Grabbing your bike you take one last look at the address and start speeding down the street.

The address is in the middle of town, 10 miles, luckily it was all down hill, you know for a fact you are attracting the glances of many early birds. But you don't care, you're on a mission.

After what seems like far to long you find yourself outside The House. This neighborhood isn't the nicest in town and you hesitate for a moment.

You pull your phone out and open the chat icon on the App, you see you have 3 other people messaging you