The Irish Goodbye

Rodney was happy that Janey was happy. Jane had started the day as a homely wage **** who couldn’t keep a man to save her life. Now, surround by dicks, the pretty little bimbette Janey had become was as happy as a pig in shit. He could leave Janey like this guilt free. Rodney had been thinking, on the drive over, that the world was his oyster and there was no point in starting his new life with baggage. After all, Jane hadn’t been anyone special – just one of many women who had once told Rodney off for being a creep.

Rodney made a wish that nobody in the orgy would remember him when they returned to their senses, then quietly let himself out. He made his way back out of the stadium. In the parking lot, he could already sense the confusion when the home team hadn’t taken the field as schedule. Rodney quickly made his way to the car. Tucking the curious little bone in his pocket, Rodney pulled out of the parking lot and headed off down the road.