you grip her hands in the middle of the street in the middle of the night and promise her a vacation through hell, but she's not a girl in yellow boots, nor one with a dragon tattoo- yet you presume that she's the geisha tailor-made to serve your fucking hormones. . she's thrown inside your friend's cab that arrives and he drives through the roads more vacant and you stuff her mouth with tissue so she won't scream but you immediately reverse the action for you must get your weekend blowjob fix now, and meanwhile you decide that the vacation must begin on a plane, and an hour later her skin starts reeking of the erotic sex at the empty airport urinal where you get caught up in a bloody mess but the bribed security guy lets you flee the detention centre where you fondle her breasts like they were balls of wool your mother had allowed you to play with. . you throw her in your friend's cab and grab her scrotch like it is your birthright, and he drives through faint roads as she faintly pleads to you to let her go so you push her out in the middle of the street in the middle of the night, stranding her with the fear of taking wrong, unknown roads after cocktail parties. . the story doesn't make it to the headlines the next morning and you proudly sip your tea in your parlour as your sister requests you to let her join her friends for a movie tonight but you refuse to allow, saving at least one girl in the city from the fright of stepping out of her house alone.