An unexpected phone call.

You find yourself in the garage, contemplating an evening leg session, when your phone buzzes in your pocket.
The number is unfamiliar to you, so you answer.
"This is James, who's this?" It better not be a stupid robocall.
" *sniff*...*sob*...J....*sob* James!!" You can barely understand her through sobbing, but it's unmistakably Tara.
"Tara? What's wrong, honey?" You sit down on the workout bench.
She tries to gather her composure... "I...I'm....something happened at work..... I need h..." she trails off into more sobbing.
"Tara, calm down and talk to me. What's the matter?"
"I got se...sent...home...and my c-c-c-ar...won't start! I...something happened..." she lapses into sobs again.
"Do you need someone to come get you, honey?" She sounds hysterical.
"I'm sorry....I shouldn't b-b-bother you...but my m-m-m-om's in Cabo with her b-b-b-boyfriend, and none of.. of. of...my friends are answer-er-er ing...."
"Stay put, Tara. I'm coming."
You quickly duck inside to tell the girls where you're going, but they're passed out on the couch. Oh well. You snatch the keys to the Javelin and light out.
You don't know what's wrong, {if TaraSexLvl > 2
}but if you're going to fuck this little girl, you're going to be there for her when something goes wrong, too. You know that isn't enough good karma to balance the wrongness of what you've done, but it feels like the right thing to do. {else
}but after your little talk today, you know that this girl needs someone to look out for her in this world. And you guess, tonight, that's going to be you. {endif
}