He wants to know if you are ready to meet the other people in the house.

I totally forget about the whole lot of men and the three other girls that came to the house yesterday. I want to try to relax going through this but meeting people isn't like satisfying myself and a guy at the same time.

I swallow my shame and follow Ralph out the walk-in closet, up the stairs and out my room. We cross the bridge, and I find that nobody is standing guard at the end. I then follow Ralph down the stairs and into the main foyer. We enter the living room and I see at least ten guys of different races with beers and liquors. Once I enter, they turn their heads and some coo and whistle. I ignore them and continue to follow Ralph. He leads me to the Kitchen and I see the three other girls and my mother cooking.

"Good morning, Heather," my mother greets me, "you are looking gorgeous. Ralph, did you?" He nods and she exclaims, "I knew she could do it!"

My mother then walks from the stove and greets me with a loving kiss on the cheek and leads me to the table where the other girls are. I sit in the last seat and directly across from me sits three gorgeous girls. The one to my left offers her hand and I reach to shake it.

"Hi I'm Michelle," she says in her high girly voice. She is wearing a sexy black romper outfit. This garment is like a halter but has some differences. Her cleavage totally shows in front. Two narrow strips of fabric, none wider than five inches, come down from her neck, where it's tied, down over her two breasts, a tiny string in between to stabilize the garment, and then down to her waist where is wrap around her belly and lower back. She is wearing a black skirt like me, but I find that it's more shorter and it has belt holder where a white belt is fastened around her waist. She wears a white ceramic bangle on her left wrist with matching earrings. Her hair is black and is tied in a high ponytail. Her hair isn't as long as mine, but it looks fine in a ponytail. She wears rimless glasses over her eyes which complement her outfit. From what I could tell, she is of Asian ethnicity, almost resembling my looks.

The girl directly across from me offers her hand next. I extend my arm halfway across the table to shake her hand. She greets me, "Hey there, I'm Racquel." She is wearing a blue, almost oceanic, tube dress. This dress is a one-piece garment. It has no straps to hold it up. In fact, the tightness of the garment clings to the skin of Racquel. It also emphasizes her breasts, which are a little bigger than mine, and the cleavage between them. Her hair is down, but it is almost the same color of my hair. She looks Asian as well, and unusually, like Michelle, I feel like I'm looking at myself in the mirror when I look at her.

The girl on my right lastly offers her hand and greets me, in a lower, yet womanly voice, "Hey, I'm Jen." Jen looks the most elegant of all. She wear a corset-like garment similar to the one I had on last night before changing into my camisole and g-string. The color was a darker black with red lining on the straps. Unlike mine, her garment didn't end at the waist. It kept going and ended in a short skirt, almost as long as mine. This skirt was flared like mine, but simpler. Her hair was down as well. Like her garment, her hair was black with red highlights here and there. Again, like looking at myself in the mirror, Jen's complexion and appearance has a striking resemblance to me.

To every girl I state my name and a courteous 'Nice to meet you.'

After greeting every other girl, it seemed like we had the whole day to talk and get to know each other. But it wasn't that way. After greeting Jen, the last girl I met, my mother announces to me and the other girls, and then to the men in the living room that she is calling a meeting in the living room.

Each girl here, including me has her own story, and we cannot tell each and every story in one storyline.