Jon was unused to being manhandled, but Emily's excitement was so great that she pulled him down the sidewalk and practically threw him into the passenger seat of her station wagon before he could protest. Around the other side she ran, then hopped in, buckled up, and pulled out.
"So," he ventured, "where are we going tonight?"
"Trust me, Jon, you're going to LOVE it. It's right up your alley."
He didn't know what alley she was talking about, but he was sure excited to be on a date with Emily Peterson. From afar he'd been admiring her for months. The long black hair she wore framed her cute pixie face. Her tight t-shirt accentuated her larger than average breasts. Most guys thought she was a nerd, which Jon would have to admit she was a bit of one, but a hot nerd.
She was the best of both worlds. The body of a model, but brain of a geek. Jon remembered talking to her for hours the day she agreed to go on a date with him. They'd spoken of science fiction movies, books they read, forums they visited. It was heaven. When she suggested that she pick their destination, he of course gave in. Whatever they did, he'd be with her, and that was good enough.
After a few minutes, she pulled off the road in front of a large house. There was loud music and flashing lights inside. A party! She'd taken him to a party! He thought that it would be something more unusual, but he didn't mind. Going to a party with a hot girl on his arm would be great!
"Okay Jon," she said with a grin, "we're here! Time to get ready!"
She then...
