This isn’t the way you reckoned your day to go. U were just going out for a ride. Sure you were. And u saw this ravishing heart standing on the sidewalk. White chick. Looked like this babe could be a high school scholar, except for one thing: She was dressed like a hooker. And had bigger in size than run of the mill wobblers. That’s what got your attention. That and the look on her face that said, “You can have me for a price.” So you head off to the ATM. Take out some cash. Driving back and hope she’s still here. This babe is. You negotiate, and she hops in. Her name is Whitney, and u 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 have at no time done that kind of thing in advance of, but you are not about to ask questions, not when your shlong is begging for relief. Which Whitney, your street hooker, is happy to give.