Go to Steve's house

"I have to say, this is a lovely present." I grin at the woman as I tuck the card into my wallet. She stares at me, trembling, leaning against Simone's desk for support. Clearly, she's terrified I'm about to use my newfound authority on her, and for a moment, I consider it. However...there's now a whole world of possibility out there, and I've got bigger fish to catch. Whistling to myself, I stroll out the front door of BoSS and ride my bike over to Steve's house.

Hanging out with my friend for the afternoon, of course, makes the earlier lie to my mom no longer a lie. But I have an ulterior motive--Steve's older sister, Bethany. She's a college junior, fifty kilograms of co-ed goodness. Long, sleek black hair, C cup tits, a tight rear end that fills out her blue jeans nicely--but personality-wise, quiet, a bit introverted like me--not that that ever helped me stammer out more than one intelligible sentence at a time when talking to her. Regardless, she's always smiled at me, never teased me or belittled me like pretty much every other girl I know. That has instantly rocketed her to the top of my list of mega-crushes. And now, with this writ and the confidence boost it's giving me, maybe I can finally make the move I never dared to make before.

"Hey, man. Where've you been?" Steve's sitting in his living room with a controller, playing through the latest Call of Duty campaign. "Thought you were coming over this morning."

"Yeah, sorry. I had some...errands. Hey, I gotta take a leak. I'll be back in a bit."

"Sure thing. No rush." Steve returns to the game, and I tiptoe upstairs. As I'd hoped, her bedroom door is slightly open, and I can see some movement beyond. I rap my knuckles on the door lightly. After a few seconds of shuffling, Bethany opens the door with one hand, her other holding a book. Her angelic face framed by that glossy hair smiles guilelessly up at me.

"Oh, hey, Jake," she says. "Haven't seen you around in a while. Did you need something from me?"

I pull the writ card from my wallet and silently hand it to her.