Tyrone gives chase to nearly naked Joy

You don't have very much time, and clearly you can't go around in a bikini in a bad part of town. Right underneath the bikini in your bag are the black micro-mini skirt and hot pink tubetop. You pull them on quickly over your nude body.

There's banging approaching the steel door from inside the warehouse. Sounds like whoever had rung the doorbell didn't keep Tyrone long. Daylight or no daylight, the dumpster by the warehouse's rear door is quickly becoming a very unsafe place.

You push off your heels and run barefoot for the construction site. The construction workers may have catcalled you, but at least they didn't try to **** you.

Tyrone bursts out of the warehouse, 6'5" of bulging muscles and raging hardon, and gives chase.

The skintight pink tube-top is ridiculously skin-tight, but gives support while running. Your long legs are pumping like hell, the black miniskirt flashing up as you sprint. Your bare feet aren't used to asphalt.

The construction site feels too far. You hope there's a passing bus, or a police patrol, or even neighbourhood watch in this benighted industrial area. Tyrone seems to be closing.