About twenty minutes later, after he had cleaned up and redressed, Trevor Yates noticed that he had missed a call on his cell phone. Upon accessing his voicemail, he was perplexed to hear the following message:
"Heeeey! It's Jordan! Just letting you know that we absolutely need to hit the town tonight. Go to a few a bars, maybe a dance club, find some young guys, you know what I'm saying? Anyways, I'm heading out to eat with the kids, then I'm dropping them off at one of their high school dances, but afterwards we're going out, no excuses! Make sure to call the rest of the gang to let them know it's on. Alright, luvya, buh-bye!"
Trevor was left in absolute confusion at the message. He recognized both the name and the voice. It was his neighbor Jordan Gibson, the woman he talked to only twenty minutes earlier. When he saw that she called him, he was thinking that maybe she was asking him out, but that wasn't the case. She was acting like he was one of her friends or something. Perhaps she called the wrong number by accident? That made sense. He briefly wondered if he still had a chance with her. She was definitely hot. A total MILF. But then his attention drifted down to his chest. Wasn't he wearing a T-shirt? Where did it go?
He searched around until he found it. At least, he thought it was his shirt. It was the same color, but after he put it on, he saw that there was something written out on the front, unlike the one he was wearing a minute ago.
Looking down at the "new" shirt, he saw that it said ...
