Take the usual route, directly to school.

A few blocks in to your walk from school, you meet up with your best friend Ariel. Ariel and you have been friends since you were little kids, and she was also quite close to your sister Rachel thanks to the time you all spent together. Whereas you have always been a relatively girly girl, Ariel has always been a bit of a tomboy. Though the truth is that the only two reasons that she?s a ?tomboy? and not a ?butch lesbian? is a) lack of experience, and b) a truly unbelievable body and gorgeous face.

Looking at her on the corner a few feet away, you can see that she?s wearing a pair of dark green track pants, and a big pea coat. Her hair is nearly black, and in a pixie cut. Her skin is so pale that if you look closely you can see the slight trails of blue veins. You?d never know it under the voluminous clothes she wears, but she has a cheetah body underneath. D cup breasts that have lived their entire lives within the confines of a sports bra, washboard abs you can practically grate cheese on, and a phenomenal, powerful, ass. You, happen to know all this, because you go to all of her athletic competitions to support her, and have seen her in all manner of outfits.

?Hey Ariel, how was your weekend? Did anything happen with that guy who you gave your number on Friday?? You ask, already knowing the answer, and barely acknowledging it when it comes.

You both walk the rest of the way to school, laughing about the events of the summer. You tell her about the strange morning you had, and explain to her the strange ongoing feeling you?re having about your decision making processes.

?Well, unpredictability can be fun! Maybe you?ll have some experiences you wouldn?t have known you wanted.? Said Ariel, not even turning her head to look at you.

Wow, Ariel, I wonder what you mean, you think, sarcastically. Ariel is great, but social subtlety is not one of her fine points.