So I am standing naked in front of the mirror. My stomach is in knots, my head is fuzzy and I think I may already be sweating a little. I had two hours until my date and no idea what to wear or how to do my hair and makeup. I could really use a best friend right now. Luckily for me I called her an hour ago and she should be here any minute.

I was thinking of calling her again when I heard someone coming up the stairs. So I walked over to the door, threw it open and said, “Well, it is about time young lady!”

Jessica is my best friend; a short and spunky girl with long straight black hair and an all year tan that I had always been totally jealous of. Her hair and skin give her an exotic quality that makes people who don’t know her think that her family probably comes from India. Her family hasn’t lived in town for that long but they have lived in Michigan and Northern Indiana for generations so she is actually about as exotic as a hot dog. She is a pretty girl with a big heart and a big smile. She also has a big problem with nudity. Anytime we are in gym or changing after a sleep over she always turns her head. She hides in the bathroom and doesn’t come out or share the mirror until she is completely ready. My dad makes jokes about her being related to Michael Jackson since neither one has ever been seen in public without their make up on. This means that my standing in the doorway totally naked has her blushing, stammering and almost falling as she tries to turn her head while still coming into the room to drop her oversized gym bag on the floor.

“Will you put some damned cloths on?”

“Not until you help me pick them out.”

“Then how about you put on the robe I gave you for your birthday.” Jess says as she walks over to the closet and takes the little silk robe off of the hook on the door. She is staring at the door as she holds it back over her shoulder to me. “What would you do if your dad walked in right now?”