Skip to the date (if you like your score with Cindi)

Matt looked forward to his date with Cindi... and also dreaded it. So many things could go wrong. Even though Cindi seemed to like him, he had considerable experience with how easy it was to say the wrong thing and all of a sudden, the girl had changed her mind.

At seven on Thursday, his phone chimed an incoming text. "I'm waiting outside."

"Gotta go." He kissed his mom on the cheek and gave Karen a light tap on the shoulder.

"Did you finish your homework? This is a school night."

"All done. Right Karen."

Karen nodded. "We're good."

He wondered how Karen felt about him dating. Or if she even cared. Pretty girls like her always seemed to have a line of guys waiting to take them out. For guys, it was different. So, maybe she was happy for him. Or maybe, just maybe, it made her see him as a guy who could be attractive to women. He tried to suppress any perverted thoughts about his sister. After all, he was about to go out with another girl.

Cindi waited in the driver's seat of a sporty late-model BMW bringing Matt, once again to a realization that he was a fish out of water. In what universe do teenagers drive new BMWs? As he approached, she popped the lock to the passenger side door and he opened it and sat down.

Cindi looked incredible in a form-fitting outfit all made of sequins and spandex. White tights encased her slender legs and the top plunged down low with a lacy décolleté that hinted at more cleavage than he thought she really had. In one of his sister's magazines, he'd read an article about shading tits to make it look like there was extra cleavage there and he wondered if Cindi had read the same article. His dick stirred at the thought that she'd gone to that trouble for him... until he realized she had probably done if for everyone at the skating rink.

"You look incredible," he said.

"You don't look bad yourself."

Which as an exaggeration. He wore his usual jeans and t-shirt with a windbreaker in his arms in case the ice rink was cold.

"You ready to go?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Okay, hold on."

{if Pam>30}He'd thought Cindi's sister Pam represented the stereotype of bad Asian drivers. Cindi was worse. {endif}Her warning was apt, if insufficient. She drove almost without regard to the lane markers, to other cars on the road or to the stated speed limits.