Sigh, your friend.

You reluctantly returned to your friends place.

You could tell he wasn't expecting you, as he was on his couch, naked, furiously tugging his little penis to some Hardcore BBC porn blasting on the telly. You felt sorry for him in a way.

He didn't notice you sneak past. Or go into tye room you slept in last night. You opened the bedside drawer, and took out the wallet you tidied into it last night.

£30. More than enough. You tucked it into a little over shoulder purse that you'd found too, a weird thing to find here, but you didn't wanna ask.

You snuck back out,

Your friend moaned your name, you stopped in your tracks. You turned and looked, but he hadn't noticed you. He was just thinking about you, while masturbating.

"Ew," you thought, as you snuck back outside.

Now you had money, you could get prepared.