Your mother comes out

Just then your mom comes outside and looks pretty mortified to see you talking to this black man. "Um Julia, don't you think you better get on your way?" she suggests a little anxiously.
"I was just hearing about what a good little cheerleader your daughter is," the black man explained with a smirk as he adjusted the front of his pants. "Tell me you're 18, right, Julia?" Again you nod eagerly and are relieved to see him smile broadly while your mother looks on silently. "Well then we really must get to know each other better."