She knocks at 7:58

You gave her an hour and a half to make her way down from her Westwood dorm, which should be plenty of time. Sure enough, the curvy cheerleader knocks on your door a few minutes early. You answer the door in your sweats and an undershirt to see her covered up to from head to toe. It’s not that cold, but she’s wearing a turtleneck and jeans, clearly trying to hide her figure.

“Ok, I came, can I go now?”

“The night is just beginning, Amy.” You gesture for her to enter and she begrudgingly does.

She stands just inside the door, surveying your living room. It’s a bachelor pad, but you keep it relatively clean.

“Now, house rule number one. Girls go nude.”