Name: Sherie Ambrose<br/>Time: 4:50<br/>Location: Sherie's Bedroom<br/>Target: Eric<br/><br/>Sherie closed her door when she heard her mom outside of it, then crossed back to her window, closing it as well.  She closed her playlist, and the room became quiet again.  “Yeah,” she answered.  “It seems as if we did almost have an audience.”  Sherie disconnected the webcam on her computer and placed the actual device behind the monitor.  It was still early in the afternoon, and she had plenty of time before Jessica was expected to call before their night out.  Sherie was done with her workout, and had been completely annoyed out of the working out mood anyway.<br/><br/>“Not that an audience is a terrible thing.  No, I've never had one, could you imagine how dead I'd be by now?”  She looked back at Eric.  “But I did take that one picture in college.  It was cool, being famous, even if it was just for what's at the top of my legs.”  Sherie kicked her shoes off before removing her socks as well.  She sat on the end of her bed, crossing her legs as she rested on her hand, looking up at Eric.  She didn't say anything else.  She knew that many men enjoyed being in charge when it came to women, and she didn't mind surrendering some control to them.  The ball was in his court now, though, and whether he passed it or shot for the score was up to him.