The rest of the day is uneventful; you go home at the end of it

The rest of the day, no, the rest of the week, is fairly boring. All you can think about is your date with Elizabeth. She gives you little smiles as you pass her in the hall.

Finally, Saturday rolls around. You're so excited. You dress somewhat provocatively, with a shirt that shows your midriff and ripped up jeans, along with a black thong and matching bra. You tell your mom you'll be spending the night with a friend.

You arrive at the address Elizabeth gave You. It's a big house, virtually a mansion. You ring the doorbell and hear voice yell, "come in!" You walk in and call out, "Elizabeth?" "in here!" is the response.

You follow the voice into the living room. Lying across a leather couch as if this were a cliche porno is Elizabeth, clad in a bathrobe. "Hey," she says, "glad you could make it. My parents are out for the weekend, so I really appreciate the company."