I walked into my apartment in New York City. Natalie was there waiting for me. She was wearing a tight black skirt (skin tight) with no underwear and a black tanktop. She ran over to say hi. We greeted each other, then we went into the other room to watch a movie. BZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!! I woke up. My pager was going off, slowly vibrating its way off my nightside table. It was this girl that's trying to get between me and Natalie. Ugh. See also: Her Name Was Natalie.