Hot goat

Sanya stepped out of the cab and onto the driveway, her high heels clicking on the pavement. She paid the taxi driver with a crumpled bill and walked towards the house, her stride confident and purposeful. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the neighborhood.

As she entered the house, she was greeted by the sound of laughter and the glow of the big television in the sitting room. Sharon was lounging on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn in her lap, her eyes fixed on the screen. She didn't even glance up as Sanya walked in.

"Hey, babe, you're back early," Sharon said, her voice distracted. "What's up? Did you meet him?"

Sanya flopped down on the couch beside Sharon, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, I met him! And not only that, I got his business card, so I can contact him anytime I like." She waved the card in the air, her smile triumphant.

Sharon finally turned to look at her, her expression skeptical. "And you think you won't have a problem later, Sanya? I'm sc