I pulled up to her house to pick her up later that evening, expecting her to be waiting at the curb, like most girls I'd pick up, but she was still inside. I thought about honking the horn or calling her, but I didn't even have her number yet, and I didn't want to seem like a dick, so I went up and rang the doorbell. It was such a large house, foreboding, I was worried about her parents, the kind of staunch religious nuts it must take to raise as devout, pure, and prudish of a girl as Alina.

"Why hello, you must be Jarrod!" A beautiful woman exclaimed...