Going home

Within moments, Ted falls asleep. Cheryl quickly dresses and gathers her belonging. Catching her breath, and fixing her hair, she quietly tips toes out the motel room door. She rubs her behind, and figures it'll be a good week before she can walk straight again. She quickly runs to a nearby payphone and calls for a tow truck.

The tow truck takes Cheryl's car, and the taxi takes Cheryl back home. Just barely in time for her boyfriend's birthday.

...

Later that evening, at the party, Cheryl cuddles with her boyfriend under the starry sky. As the relate their day with each other Cheryl tells her boyfriend of how she was caught without a car and had to phone home.

"Wow, that must have sucked. Were you ok?" asked Cheryl's boyfriend.

"Yea ... it was ok." replied Cheryl. "Just ... a pain in the ass, you know?"

Cheryl sighed, as she felt a bit bad for keeping the hitchhiking bit a secret from him. But, afterall, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

"Well, it could have been worse, you know?" replies Cheryl's boyfriend, as he puts an arm around the small of her back, and slowly slips his hand down to her ass, gently squeezing.