She doesn't send him nudes.

What am I thinkin'? If I send Danny nudes, he'll bu

g me all night. Better shut him down now so I can actually get some sleep, Carmen thought. Her logic had won out, and she replied to his request with a refusal. She knew he'd probably wind up angry at her for a day or two, but she didn't really care. She tossed her phone down and rolled into a comfy position.

A few minutes later, she heard a DING! She ignored it. Then two more. DING, DING!!! If you send one more fucking message, I'm going to cut your balls off, shitbag, Carmen thought angrily, but she didn't hear anything else. Not long after, she started snoozing peacefully, excited for her date with Casey.

When Carmen's alarm went off, it was too early. "Ugh... I don't wanna get up!" she mumbled angrily, but got up anyhow. She started by checking her messages; nothing new, just Danny's messages. The first was a frownie face, which made her giggle. Then she saw the other message. 'Ugggh, fien. But maybe you could let me tag along with you and Casey tomorrow? I'm bored and all my buddies got work.'

Carmen was surprised by his unusually tame reaction. Normally, he was such a fucking asshole when she turned him down. The casual acceptance made her a little suspicious, but she shrugged it off before reading the final message. It made her giggle for a second time. '*fine.' it read. Wow, Carmen mused, to think I was so mad because he corrected a typo.

Now caught up on all of her messages, Carmen went through the daily task of maintaining her impeccable hygiene. Once that was done, she began another, more arduous, daily task: choosing her outfit. After agonizing over her options for fifteen minutes, she narrowed it down to two outfits: a 'cute' outfit and a 'sexy' outfit.

Carmen figured the cute option would signal to Casey that she was going out to spend time with her BFF, rather than find guys. It was an off-white summer dress with a light-blue denim jacket, and it was matched with a pair of strappy sandals. Casey'd probably be surprised to see Carmen trying to engage in sisterly bonding over trying to get boinked, but she and Carmen were besties; she'd be happy to hang out, surely.

The sexy option, on the other hand, was more like her usual fare. It would signal to Casey, as well as everybody else, that she wanted attention from the opposite sex, and it'd make getting laid way easier. It consisted of baby-blue, cutoff short-shorts, a black pull-over hoodie with a burgundy spaghetti-strap tank top underneath, and a pair of her favorite shoes: black high-tops.