No, you're on your own.

No answer.

"Fuck!" you mumble under your breath, trying to think of a plan B. As much as it pains you to admit it, you're going to have to sneak out and get one yourself.

After grabbing the hand towel from the rack in an effort to cover your very respectable dick, you tiptoe through the hallway towards the linen closet, hoping like hell that you won't run into anyone else.

But fate has other plans for you. Just as you open the closet to grab the towl you hear a gasp.

"Shit!" You mutter again under your breath, panicking you turn to face the source of the noise.

Wide eyed, Ashley is standing in the hall and her eyes are glued to your dick. You quickly cover yourself, but something about the excitement of the moment is causing things to stir beneath the towel.

"Sorry," you apologize hastily, "I didn't mean..."