You leave her. She's pregnant.

Now that you had "done the deed" with Taylor, you saw no reason to stay, since you had gotten what you wanted from her, which was lots and lots of her pussy, so you wait until she has fallen asleep and slip out the door of her room, but not before leaving her a note.

"Dear Taylor, I had fun fucking you last night. But I really don't care if you wind up pregnant or not, since I have no use for you now since your pussy is what I came here for and that's what I got. Have fun raising my child and I hope you think about me every day of your life. Thanks for the good time, baby."

"OHGOD...NO...that son of a bitch," Taylor screams out as she reads your note the next morning, trying to pull herself together and also trying to convince herself she's not pregnant and has nothing to worry about.

"Okay Taylor, this is bad, but maybe it won't be too bad," she tells herself as she throws on some clothes and goes to the store before her day is to begin, finding a pregnancy test and buying it.

"Please be negative...please be negative..." she tells herself as she goes into the bathroom on her bus to take it, hoping against all hope that you haven't left her all alone to raise the product of your night together.

"OHGOD...it's positive...I'm pregnant..."she cries out as she sees the two pink lines on the test, collapsing onto the floor of her bus as she begins to realize that her life as she knows it is over.

But she wasn't willing to face this on her own without at least trying to find you and make you face up to the fact that you had knocked her up and tried to run, either.

"Yes? Is this the front desk? It's Taylor...I need to know if someone is still staying in the hotel. It's pretty urgent," she says to the person on the other end of the line, giving them your name but refusing to say why she needs to know if you're still around.