Stopping at some seedy office

"Excellent performance. You should be getting a visit from the cops soon. They don't like drunk driving or people who run from their crimes. It'll be interesting to see how they charge you. Hopefully they won't lock you up too long, I'd hate to come looking for you again and not be able to find you."

Even in her drunken stupor Jill perked up at the thought that he might not be able to find her. Then the rest of his words sank in and she felt like crying.

"Stop crying," he ordered her, and thrust a cannister of wet wipes at her. "Start cleaning up, you have an appointment."

Jill quit sniffling, wondering what else he could possibly do to ruin her life. Was he angry because she'd told all her friends he had a thimble for a dick and couldn't get it up unless he watched gay porn?

"Here we are," Kyle announced as they stopped in front of a seedy looking office. There was some sort of sign beside the door that she couldn't read, but it looked like a place of business.

"Take this," he handed her an envelope. "Go knock on the door, ring the bell, do whatever it takes to get a response. When the guy answers ask him if he's the doctor and tell him you heard he does some work. Convince him or I'll make you do something horrible," Kyle growled, making her shiver.

"Convince him of what?" she asked, voice slurred from the booze.

"Give him the envelope, tell him it's all in there and that you want the payment plan." Kyle handed her a phone. "If you have any problems hit speed dial. Go."

Jill swallowed the torrent of questions gathered on her tongue, slipped out of the car and up the steps to the door. She spent the next minute pounding it, ringing the doorbell and yelling out before a light went on and a voice yelled for her to go away.

She persisted for another minute before she heard locks being forcefully undone and a man swearing colorfully.