Leave

"No, I'm sorry - I really do have an early morning" you reply.

"Ok." She pouts "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course, we can talk more then." you add.

You open the door and leave.

"That was close. I can't believe I almost went through with that!" you say to yourself as you get in the elevator.

You get to your car and guide it back onto the 405.

You get off the freeway in Torrance and head back towards your hotel.

You see a bar on the corner about three blocks away from your hotel. "The Knights Room". A little dive bar where you can have a few drinks and pass the time.

As you enter, you realize this is a relic of the sixties. Dark. Wood panneling. Red leather (now torn up) booths. It was the kind of place you would have spent time in the sixties, but now caters to alcoholics.

You sit down at the bar and order your first bourbon on the rocks.

You sip your bourbon and scan the room.

You notice a blonde girl sitting at a booth by the door. You walked right past her when you came in.

She's kind of homely. Dirty blonde hair. Probably about 5'4", 140 lbs, green eyes. She's wearing a maroon long sleeve polo shirt and black denim skirt. She has on black tights and clunky strappy.shoes. She looks like she probably just got off work.

She's very average in all ways, but she's the only one in the bar save for a drunk at the very end slowly nodding off into his gin and the bartender who would rather read the paper than talk to anyone.

You keep your eye on her. She looks like she's waiting for someone that's not coming. As she shifts, you catch a view of her breasts under her shirt. They're massive. You guess DD if not E.

The bartender brings you your second, third and fourth bourbons. Her friend hasn't shown up yet.

You know she's not pretty, but she's pretty good right now.

You look at your watch. 10:30. If her friend's not here yet he's not coming. Your options are looking good.

Do you talk to the blonde girl?
Do you go back to the hotel and jerk off?