You get near the address. The car's dash says 7:50. Goddess's slip of paper said: "8 o'clock--sharp!" You begin to get even more nervous. Your slutty top grows wet with sweat. Under your short skirt, the soft inner parts of your smooth thighs rub together nervously. You're such a twitchy bitch.
It's getting late. There's no time to find a spot to park.