Get the fuck away from there!

Alex resists the urge to punch Nina — or whatever her/his name is — in the face. Instead, he opens the carriage door and half jumps and half falls out of it onto the street.

He manages to finish tucking his schlong back into his pants. As he completes that task, he hears Nina call out to him, “Your loss, stud!” With that, Nina seizes the reins of the horses and disappears into the night.

Alex stands up and dusts himself off. He wishes he could scrub himself — particularly his dick — after having that freak’s mouth on him. He shudders and spits on the road, trying to cleanse his mouth of any residual contaminants.

As he stood there, trying to regain his composure, he realized that for all the weirdness and wrongness of his experience with Nina, he was incredibly horny. He also realized, with a thrill, that since Nina paid for his dinner, he still has 10 silver pieces to his name. Suddenly, the prospect of getting something from that “other menu” Kelly was talking about seemed within reach.

He is about to hurry back to Kelly’s, when a thought strikes him. “That bartender laughed at me when I left with Nina. He didn’t do anything to warn me, and he’s going to make a big deal about it when I go back.”