A sleazy motel.

“O-oh, baby,” my escort says.

He takes off his shirt.

He has a rash.

Hard to look at.

Might be contagious.

“I need to take a shower,” I tell him.

“Don’t take long,” he hollers.

In the bathroom.

I climb out a window—feet on the ground.

Shit.

We came in his car.

Need another way home.

Steal his keys?

Eh, it’s not worth it.

A sheriff’s car.

Lucky!

I flag it down.

“Help!”

The sexy cop takes me home.

One-night stand?

He strips from his vest.

“O-oh, baby!” I purr.