Jessica had forwarded her a message a week ago talking about this new boy she had met and had oodles of fun with, and so, the veteran programmer and virtual artist had to ask if her longtime friend could pass him around as if he was a honeypot for everyone to stick their mits in. Evelyn got what she wanted, Jessica arranging a video call between the three hitherto giving him the address to the software engineer's McMansion in Laurel Ave.

When he arrived, the dark-skinned, blue eyed programmer made her way over to the front door of the house. He ought to be bedazzled by what he saw when she pulled the door open, the lady being adorned in a white, keyhole turtleneck sweater dress. The keyhole opening of the sweater was large enough to expose the topdome of her H 38s, those dark spheres perky enough to not necessitate a bra. The bottom hem of the dress barely made it to her thighs, stopping above the thighbands of the pantyhose she wore underneath; her waist being commensurate to her rack. Since she was indoors, she only had on white, bunny slippers for footwear. Her white hair was extra short, close shaven on her left side with the strands on the right barely making it to her chin.

Gazing at him through her rimless glasses, she canted her hips to her right and kept her left hand against the frame of the door, quietly gazing at him with a neutral yet somewhat comely expression; waiting to see how he'd introduce himself.