Let's go to her house

Man, I'd love to see Rebecca's place, you think to yourself. I wonder if I can get myself invited over. So you text:

You: can i come over?

A short pause and then she replies:

Rebecca: mmmmmm ok. but cum right now

R: lol come

You: i will!

Rebecca texts you her address, and you recognize her neighborhood. It'll probably take you a half hour to bike there, so you decide to get started right away.

As soon as you get home, you toss your backpack in your room and hop on your bike. In ten minutes, you reach Forest Hills ... which really is much more forest than hills. Your pace slows considerably as you pump your way up and up and up.

Relief washes over you when you finally reach Rebecca's home. Whoa, you think to yourself, admiring how large and beautiful her house is. You realize that the gorgeous swimming pool you glimpsed at the last bend in the road belongs to this house. Her folks must be loaded, you think as you hop off your bike on her driveway.

You send a quick message.

You: outside.

R: okay cumming

R: lololol autocorrect. coming

While you wait for Rebecca to meet you, you finally have a chance to catch your breath. You are soaked with sweat, and you've been dying of thirst for fifteen minutes. You hear someone splashing in the backyard, and you regret not bringing a swim suit with you. A dip in the pool on a hot day like today would be heaven.

As the front door opens, you clear your head and joke with a smile, "How often do you type 'cumming' anyway?"

That's when you realize. The person standing in the doorway is not Rebecca.