Head home.

You shyly say goodbye to Troy after a little more cuddling, and proceed to follow him towards his truck. You watch as he steps in and twists the key in the ignition. It starts, and then it pops and stops. He tries to start it again, but it dies once more. He sighs and steps back out and looks to you with a sad expression.

"God. I'm really sorry, Jane. I don't know what the problem is. I'll get my dad to take a look at it tomorrow. Your place isn't far though, right? I'm sorry again."

You start to think you broke a mirror beneath a ladder while a black cat watched. Each step strokes across your pussy just like always. There must be a way out of this!

Then it hits you. You ask Troy if you can stay here!

"Well, I have a couple room mates... They're a little weird, too. I mean, you can stay in my bed if you'd like," he says with a surprisingly timid look on his face.

A night with him and his roomies. Could it be worse than walking home in this state?