Who cares? Give me a brown paper bag. I’m outta here!
From Create Your Own Story
"Miss Rhodes," you say. "I'm sorry, I just can't do this." You pull your clothes back on, and saunter over to her. She puts a hand on your shoulder.
"Alright. But if you ever feel that you are ready to do this, just come back here. You would be an excellent model." You race home to your apartment, lock the door, and sit on the bed. You were so defenseless. You try to recall all the events, and shudder. You lay down on your bed, and fall asleep.
You:
