You leave Lyndsey to them

"I'm done," you laugh. "I can always get a crack at this bitch later." You walk over to the pumping human sandwich and grab Lyndsey's chin, turning her face towards you. "Isn't that right 'Bambi?' You're going to be serving up hot cunt for me any time I want it, aren't you?"

She's grunting between the two men, her face slack and stupid with lust, her mouth gasping and shiny with saliva. She gives no sign that she understands you or even hears you, just keeps writhing and bucking between their pumping bodies. You turn away, grinning at Tony Dogs and tapping your brow with one finger in farewell before leaving the room.

You take your time driving home, the window down to let cool air flow over you and keep you alert. It takes just less than an hour to reach Pink Rose, and you pull into the parking garage and shut the car off with a sigh, stretching as you get out of it. You stroll through the cool night air to your cottage, thinking the evening over as you walk.

You stop at the end of the path that leads to your front door, glancing up at the window of your bedroom. You see the beam of a flashlight playing over the walls, and smile curiously to yourself as you consider what next to do.