Call a Ryde

I scoured my phone until I found spotted the Ryde app. It was a familiar name, which was reassuring, but I had to wonder if it was changed at all by this world's views on sex.

I hesitated for a few moments before biting the bullet and calling for a car to take me home. My same apartment, fortunately, I noted thanks to my license.

I took the doctor's offer of an escort down to the lobby, heavily aware of each and every eye that was on me.

I had to wait for a few moments before my ride pulled up, and I saw who was driving.