You leave defrauded by the crude lie

You get home and throw your expensive wrinkled suit on the sofa without stopping to shit on everything visible and invisible. You grab your laptop and take one last look at Carolina's photos before sending her a message saying you're sorry, but you can't start a relationship based on lies, and you say goodbye.

You delete your profile from the contacts page and put on some jeans to go down to the bar on the corner and observe the waitress, even if you don't eat a donut you can admire a real ass and tits.

While you take a drink from your bottle, you promise yourself that from now on you will only use the internet to read erotic stories and jerk off like a monkey.

THE END