It starts by meeting her dad

You grab a bus to Lupe's address.

When you get there you find a deteriorating apartment building with a group of Hispanic guys ranging from your age down to about fifteen, standing around outside smoking, playing loud music, and drinking beer.

You nod and head for the door.

A man of about forty opens the door and glares at you. "I'm Catholic."

"Uh, that's nice. Is Lupe here?"

"Lupe? You're not here to talk to me about my personal salvation?"

"Only if you want to."

He laughs and pats you on the shoulder. "Good one. I get all these people trying to convert me. Drives me crazy."

You decide not to mention the prosperity gospel to him.

"What you want Lupe for?"

You have a brainstorm that this is Lupe's dad and telling him you're practicing your girl-skills with the fat girl doesn't seem brilliant.

"I'm applying for a job in the library. She's offered to help me."

"Dad. Don't give him the third degree." Lupe stands, hands on hips behind him. She's changed out of her schoolgirl outfit which is a little disappointing, and wears a pair of very tight stretch pants and a halter top that barely halts her breasts at all.

"You're going out like that?"

"Yes, dad. I'm going out like this. I am eighteen, you know."

"As long as you live under my roof--" an anguished scream distracts him.

He turns, then looks back at you. "You hurt my Lupe, I track you down and cut off your balls. You hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good."

Lupe grabs your arm and drags you out of the apartment. "He is protective," she admits.

"I would be too if I had a daughter. Guys can be... creepy."

"Well I don't think you're creepy."

You're pretty sure she's wrong but decide not to tell her that.

She leads you down the block to the neighborhood Jack in the Box.

The parking lot is filled with aging cars, pickup trucks and motorcycles. A combination of hip-hop and what sounds like Polka music fills the air, and a group of about twenty teens hangs around a couple of outdoor tables.

Lupe clutches your arm more tightly and drags you toward the teens.

"Hey Lupe." A tiny girl whose body looks ten but whose eyes look a hundred greets her.

"Hi Maria. Meet my date, Mike" She turns to you. "She's my cousin."

You decide going on about how cute Maria is wouldn't be brilliant.

"Nice to meet you," you say.

"Date? Fatty has a date?" A striking girl pushes Maria aside and stares at you.

She's only about five feet tall but she has an incredible figure. Her ass is all curves. Her breasts look the size of cantaloupes, and her face is beautiful with dark eyes, perfect tanned skin, and full lips that practically beg to be kissed. She's wearing a cheerleader outfit that leaves her midriff bare, displaying a tight waist and a cute 'outie' belly button.

"Yes," Lupe says. "Mike and I are on a date. Why is that so surprising."

"Because nobody ever dates you, moron."

"Well, Mike is."

The beautiful girl puts her hands on her hips and looks you up and down. When her gaze reaches your crotch, she licks her lips. "Is that right? Are you her boyfriend."