You drive her home.

You decide to get your car while Angela goes back into the Oriental Oasis Spa to get her things and tell the mama-san she will not be working for the next two weeks. When you pull up in front of the massage parlor you see Angela waiting for you.

"How did it go?" you ask.

"She not happy I not work for two weeks," she answers. "But I'm happy."

"Oh?"

"Two weeks not being fucked by ugly, fat men," she replies.

"Understandable," you mutter, not wanting to picture anyone but you with her.

"I'm happy every time you come to see me," she smiles, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. "You make me feel special."

"Thank you," you say. You always had the belief that by making any woman, be it girlfriend or masseuse, excited you will have an even better orgasm yourself. "What's the address of your place so we can grab your stuff?"

She tells you the address and it's in a nicer part of town -- you think that Mama-san must make a killing running her massage parlor. It takes you about fifteen minutes to pull up to the big house and you wait in the car while Angela runs inside to grab her things. She comes back with two suitcase and a duffel bag, and you help put her stuff into your trunk.

"Please excuse the mess. I'm a bachelor and I wasn't expecting company," you tell her when you park at your apartment building. Neither were you expecting to bring home the girl you banged at a massage parlor and could possibly have knocked up.

"It's okay, I can clean," she smiles. You think she is glad that she is doing something other than being fucked.

You unlock the door to your one bedroom apartment and let her go in first before you turn on the light. The place isn't as messy as you had thought.

"You can take the bed," you tell her as you take her luggage to the bedroom.

"Where will you sleep?" she asks.

"I'll take the couch."

"You won't sleep with me?"