Start getting ready for your date

Still muttering, after your breakfast, you go back to your room and lay out your suit. You begin to grumble as it sinks in that you will likely have this thing on for the next several hours. Imagine -- a whole date while remaining clothed! That hasn't happened to you since.... well, it's never happened.

When it comes time to leave to pick up Clarice, you make one last attempt at evading this duty. You see your sister, laying on her bed, texting on her phone.

"Off on your hot date?" she asks. "I heard you were doing a mercy mission. Good for you. Don't be self conscious. Odds are she's never seen a real penis before, so she won't even know how tiny you are."

"Oh, you're hilarious, Sis," you respond, sarcastically. "Your roommate didn't complain about my size last Thursday."

"How could she complain? She was asleep through the whole experience. She did say you were nice enough to cover her up once you were done."

She smiles sweetly at you, and you wonder if this is normal for every brother and sister.

"So help a guy out," you plead. "You've got to know some guy who will take her out. You know tons of guys. Tell them you'll put out for them if they do it."

"If you want that so bad, you offer to put out for them," retorts Candy. "The guys who like me are picky."

"Unlike you," you think, but you also work on an idea. "What if you tell them I WILL put out for them, and we'll get Bryan to do it. He'd think it was fun."

"Will you just suck up and take the girl out," Candy says, annoyed. "Every girl in the world knows what it's like to fake it and pretend like her date is the most charming, handsome, and sexually-skilled lover on the planet. For once, you can return the favor."

You sigh, realizing you're getting nowhere, and leave to pick up your date.

Clarise lives in a different part of town, and it takes you a while to find the house. Once you do, you park in front of the house and walk to the front door as if you are a condemned man, trudging to the electric chair. You climb the steps to the front porch and push the doorbell. It is one of those older homes, and when you push the doorbell, you can't tell whether it actually resulted in any kind of noise inside.

You wonder if you should wait, knock on the door, or try opening it. (You assume it is too late to run for it and pretend like you got lost, trying to find the house.)