He leaves her

Frank chuckled as he stood up and pulled his pants up, patting Letitia's quivering rump.

"Thanks for the midnight ride. You are one fucked up twist, but you are a tremendous fuck."

"Oh...God...Mr. Boogeyman...You fucked me stupid...So good...Oh so fucking good..."

Frank grinned and left, humming softly to himself as he retraced his steps and reentered his house. He freshened his drink, decided against TV, carried his glass upstairs to bed.

His phone chimed twice as he undressed, but he ignored it. The only people who had that number were the bitches on the street, and he needed his rest.

They could wait.