By a shop, wasn't it?

Yeah, you bumped into that sexy, evil bitch Jayne as she was leaving the shop, and naively, hornily followed her back to her house, hoping the stories about this town were true, hoping she'd screw you silly... well, the stories were true, but...

Your vision blurs and you rub your eyes. Jesus Christ, you're totally shattered, sore and spent... that sounds familiar, but you can't remember why. You try to con the route back to the shop and your car out of your foggy memory.