You come to the outskirts of the city. Queeny gives you instructions...

You are leaving campus. The voice in your head gives you clear instructions about where exactly you need to go and the best shortcut.

After half an hour of walking through the city streets, you reach your goal.

You have arrived at the outskirts of the eastern quarter of the city. You look around. You see wide asphalt roads that go east from the city. The buildings in this area look somewhat run down. You will also notice bins overflowing with garbage and the walls of buildings that are painted with bright graffiti. You also see a bus station near one of the roads that lead in an easterly direction.

Queeny's voice in your head says: “You need to go a little further than the bus station. You'll cross the road and see a two-story motel. The motel is called the Cheerful Parrot. You don't have to go inside the motel. Stand near the wall of this motel and look at the road."

You mentally ask: “I don’t understand... Why?...”

Queeny responds in a commanding tone: “Just do what I tell you! You don't need to understand anything. Is it not clear to you that you feel quite comfortable when someone else makes all the important decisions for you? So just go out there and do what I told you, Jenny!”

You are **** to follow her instructions. You are walking along the road, on the side of the road. Then you cross the road and you come to a motel, which looks like an extremely cheap and slightly dirty building. The motel's sign, which features its name and the figure of a smiling parrot, appears old with peeling paint.

You lean against the wall of the motel and look at the road. Cars quickly pass one after another. Some cars are heading into the city, others are heading out of the city. You look at the road and surrounding area with boredom.

About 20 minutes pass.

You are tired of waiting. Moreover, you don’t understand what exactly you need to wait for.

You were about to start questioning the advisability of your being here again, when suddenly one of the cars heading east from the city stopped on the side of the road near the motel. It was a classic reddish pickup truck. From this pickup truck to the motel wall you were leaning against was about 10 meters. A muscular man of average height and stocky build stepped out of the pickup truck. Judging by his appearance, he is about 40 years old. He was dressed in faded jeans, leather boots, and a black and red plaid shirt. His face was covered with stubble and he had a large chestnut mustache. The hair on his head was more of a mess of brown hair. His gray eyes scanned you.

You shivered slightly from this impudent look.

The man said: “Hey! Boy! I'm surprised that you're standing in such a place! People usually work here at night... Are you working here now?”

The voice in your head insists: “Answer positively. Then you tell him that you are selling cornhole because you desperately need money to pay for college. You will say that if he was busy kerb crawling and if he wants to frig someone hole, then you will gladly help him for a modest reward of $100."

You look into this man's eyes and you tell him: “I just really need money. I'm studying in college, I need to pay for my studies. I trade... I trade cornhole... If you are busy kerb crawling and you want to frig someone hole... I can help you, sir... For 100 dollars!"

The man grins and says: “I don’t mind... But the price is a little expensive... As much as 100 dollars!”

Queeny mentally tells you: “Damn! We ran into a stingy guy who wants to bargain... Okay, let it be 70 dollars... We will probably soon have to go not only to the shopping center, but also to a store where prices are cheaper..."

After such words, any normal guy should have resisted or run away. But you look at the muscular body of this man and you are overcome by a strange mixture of feelings: fear, embarrassment and a desire to feel the closeness of this strong, hot male body.