"Sorry, stud. Maybe another time?"

From Create Your Own Story

The huge man just growls, and you take the opportunity to get your towel and leave, heading for the locker room. Once there you gather your stuff and start to get dressed, while a few other men walk into the room, doing the same. When the Bull walks in finally, a quiet hush falls through the room, and you can't help but watch the massive man as he angrily gets dressed in a tight red shirt with writing on it you can't read, and jeans - he has to stuff his still-hard meat into his jeans with one hand - and no one makes a sound until he leaves. You finish getting dressed, then step out through the doors to the desk, where you hand in your key, and step out into the night.

All in all, not a terrible birthday, you think, jaw still a little sore from the Bull's meat. You pull out your cell phone and call a cab. Time to head home.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)