Of course not!

Roy is awakened by a ray of sunlight shining into his eyelid. It’s morning already. He still feels a little dizzy.

“Oh yeah, time to greet my new whore…” Roy stands up and yawns, and walks towards the bathroom.

“What the fuck?” The bitch supposedly at the end of a huge iron chain is gone, and the lock seemed to have just magically unlocked itself. Roy frantically looks around the RV. Her clothes are gone as well. “Son of a bitch!”

Just as Roy is about to smash something to unleash his rage, he notices a note on the fridge door. The handwriting is unquestionably gorgeous.

“Roy, good morning! It’s Erica. I’m so sorry about running away :( But duty calls. I really like you and I was serious about staying with you last night, but I can't. I had a good long time to think about the goods and bads, but my sisters at the sorority need me. I can’t indulge in personal pleasure while they are left without my legal ‘talents’. I enjoyed your company last night but I can’t stay any longer. If you find yourselves in trouble again, call me! Please never change :)”

Roy’s face twists in anger, confusion, and frustration, but eventually he just wheezes: “What a crazy fucking bitch…”

As for where Erica is off to? She got another call. Apparently there is another degenerate **** somewhere who needs her help, and nothing arouses her more than putting rapists back into the streets.