"Yamile, what are you doing here?" You ask staring at her in confusion.
"Didn't you get my text? I was hoping you could help me out with the guiding me around this town," Yamile replies, it finally clicks in as you remember that you got her number, but you didn't punch it in with her name.
"Forgot to add in your name. My bad! Anyways, I did promise to do it, so let's go," you said, but the thick Indian girls stops you.
"I have to drop my stuff back home. I hope don't mind. It would probably interfere with you hanging out with your other friends," she said, disappointment entering her face.
"Actually, Lillian is running errands for her mom and Jen is doing something for the teacher, so they won't be able to join us," you answer, Yamile sighing in relief.
The two of you walk back to Yamile's and you point out anything noteworthy to the best of your ability and Yamile's interests, which she keeps note of mentally. Surprisingly, Yamile has similar interests to you than you thought and you were able to enjoy her presence until you reach her house. As you both come up to the door, Yamile pauses on holding the door handle.
"I have to fart," she said suddenly in a static voice and a motorcycle roars from her big butt, jiggling it violently as it roars out in pure methane power.
A thick stench of decayed spices emerge and you couldn't help but gag on it silently as Yamile sighs from the fart attack.
"Sorry about that, I'll go put my stuff away," she said, fanning her behind as she heads to her room and pointed towards the chair in the living room to wait.
Despite the gas, you still admires her body, looking at her butt before it disappears and you head towards the chair as you look around the room. The room was designed in an Indian matter, having pictures and decor that shows off her home country and you was quite interested in before you suddenly shrink. Trying to figure out what has happened, you feel quakes coming closer to you until a shadow descends over you and you look up to see...
...Yamile herself.
...One of her sisters.
...Her mother.
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