This isn’t the way u expected your day to go. U were just going out for a ride. Sure u were. And u saw that babe standing on the sidewalk. White sweetheart. Looked love this babe could be a high-school student, except for one thing: This babe was dressed adore a hooker. And had large bosoms. That is what got your attention. That and the look on her face that told, “You can have me for a price.” So you head off to the ATM. Take out some money. Driving back and hope that babe is still here. She’s. U negotiate, and she hops in. Her name is Whitney, and you tell her, “I do not have time to go to a motel,” to which she responds, “That’s okay. We can sneak into the men’s room in this building.” You’ve at no time done that kind of thing in advance of, but you’re not about to ask questions, not when your meat-thermometer is begging for relief. Which Whitney, your street hooker, is glad to give.