He wants another go, but you convince him you're not feeling well

"I'm ready," he says softly, making you stiffen. He might be ready, but you're still throbbing painfully and trying to keep a giant cup of piss from spewing out of your mouth.

"Uh, are you sure? I mean, you can do my pussy now..." you offer. "Or I'd love to suck you!"

"Nah, now that I know you love it in the ass I'm gonna give it to you there as much as I can."

"But..."

"Don't worry, I'll make it last longer," he says to re-assure you, not knowing how much it makes your heart sink.

"I, uh... I'm kind of sore," you try, certain he'll listen to that. "I think maybe I'm coming down with something."

"Well that's no good. Here, I'll give you the name of a friend of mine," Jacob says, and digs a card from his wallet. "He's a little out of the area so you'll have to travel a bit, but I'll set up an appointment for you tomorrow morning, ten-ish."

"Thanks," you smile, feeling relieved that he's given up the idea of fucking you.

"I guess we'd better go," he says, and stands up, moving towards the aisle. You scramble to your feet as well. It's only as you're about to leave the aisle that you remember you're naked and dash back. Your clothes are clearly a mess. Between having the pop spilled on them and then being drenched in piss - your stomach churns in revolt - the white top is now dark and smelly. Still, you think as you pull it on, it's better than getting arrested for public indecency. After stepped into the skirt you hurry to catch up, wondering why your feet feel like they're encased in cement.

Jacob and you walk out of the theatre in silence, pausing outside in the night air.

"Where did you park?" you ask.

"There's a parking lot down that way that looked reputable. I didn't want to risk having my car stolen by parking it here," he says.

Looking around you can understand his point. All around you are rusty old cars, most of which are missing hubcaps and are probably not even insured. Unfortunately, his parking lot happens to be the opposite direction from home.

"Dammit," he swears, peeking in his wallet.

"What?"

"Oh, well, I feel terrible about asking, but can I borrow some money? I keep forgetting to visit an ATM."

"I, uh," you look in your purse, noting that you have one lonely twenty. You reluctantly pull it out, knowing that it represents the last of your money. Without it you'll be relying on your credit card, and that's nearly at its limit.

"Terrific!" Jacob exclaims, snatching the twenty without a clue as to its meaning. You think for a moment that you should tell him, that maybe you could get him to give you a little money to tide you over, but remembering him saying he doesn't have any money on him makes you close your lips.

Next time, you tell yourself.

"Remember, go to the doctor tomorrow. I'll lean on him so he'll see you at ten in the morning. Alright?" he looks intently at you, waiting for your response.

Dredging up a weak smile you nod, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back for a kiss.

Jacob, however, has already turned away and is walking briskly away around the corner.