Mr. President?

You stumble over the feet then look back to apologize. You see a man's body sitting up against the brick wall, his face is hidden by your shadow. You side step and the light shines on the man's face. His face is contorted in a look of fear and in the center of his forehead is a dot. You look closer and discover it is a single bullet hole, there is a line of dried blood down the man's face. Suddenly it hit's you, this man is the president of the United States, Harry Johnson! Your mind has another disturbing flashback...

You're in the motel room, on the bed. The man is under you and you're riding him like there is no tomorrow. Your large breasts bouncing wildly as you move up and down taking his manhood inside you. Your hands are pulling at your long blonde hair and you're screaming, "Ohhh Mr. President!"

You turn your head away and bend over to puke your guts out. You collapse to your knees and you feel a second urge to vomit coming. You take a deep breath and hold it back. Still on your knees you crawl away from the puddle of vomit. Before trying to stand you take a final look at the man, the leader of the known world is dead. You wonder if you killed him yourself.

It is only a matter of time before the body is discovered and you want to be as far away as possible. You quickly weigh your options, there is a strip club across the street and next to it is a pawn shop. Farther down you notice a cyber cafe and a car rental agency. All of these places could be good places to start.