Surprisingly things get better (maybe)

“Shit. Fuck. Goddamn it!” You scream at the empty alley “I’m a girl, I’m homeless and I’m covered in shit. Can this day get any worse?”

“Uhh… are you alright?” a concerned voice interrupts your rant before you really get started. Startled you spin round to see the building's super carrying out a bag of garbage to add to the pile.

“I…I, no. I...” you stammer “I had a fight with my, um boyfriend and he threw me out and now I’m all dirty and I’m just having a really bad day, you know?”

Your voice cracks as you finish the sentence. Mortified, you realize you are about burst into tears.

The super looks embarrassed and you think he’s just going to leave but instead, he offers you a hand up and says.

“Listen, why don’t you come in and get cleaned up I’m sure things will look much better after a hot shower. I’m Darryl by the way, and you?”

“I’m uh Jouhh…” You flounder for a moment reaching for a suitable girls name before blurting out the first one that comes to mind “I’m Lucy (Lucy where the hell did that come from? Too late now press on.) I’m sorry to be dumping my problems on you like this I really appreciate the help.”

You follow Darryl through to his sparsely furnished apartment thinking how nice it is to finally get a bit of good luck.

Now, if you had been a woman for more than an hour you might be a bit more cautious about accepting favours from single men that you really don't know that well. You might wonder if he might have some ulterior motive for inviting a blonde girl with huge tits into his apartment. You might even think about refusing his offer of aid and taking your chances on your own.

As it is it's not until his door clicks shut behind you that it even occurs to you what a **** position you are in...