The desolation of Ron

Ron left in a cloud of confusion, minus his note. He grieved for it. Sure, it didn't get him any companionship - after women had sucked his dick, they usually didn't want to know him. They certainly didnt want anything to do with him the next day. And, he was forced to use it even if he didn't want to. He was compelled to find a girl and show him this mysterious note, (that he had never read himself) he had no choice. He tried to tell himself he hadn't wanted to...

And yet. He had gotten used to the sad eyes on the ladies when he showed them it. Their heartfelt outpouring of sympathy and how they tried their best to cherish him and support him. And most of all, he had enjoyed getting his dick sucked by a different hot girl every day dammit. He knew it was shallow, but oh it was so good to just meet the hottest girl you saw each day, and know that within ten minutes she would be kneeling between your feet and trying her best to coax cum out of your cock with all the skill her lips and tongue could muster.

Ron wandered along the street and found a small park. Actually it might better be described as a slightly large garden. Anyway it had a bench and Ron sat, wallowing in his misery, and wondered whether he might cry. He didn't miss the irony that he had been showing this note to women all this time, and now he was actually having a bad day and no-one would want to suck his cock to make it up to him or to help him feel better.

His phone beeped.

After a few moments Ron decided to pick it up to see who the message was from and whether it contained anything to distract him from his misery.