Yet another night with nothing but countless drinks spend and false phone numbers as thanks, but on the way home through the deserted park you see your last chance: A girl – and damn hot. There seems to be something unusual about her, but your perma-boner already gave up registering any warning signs a long time ago. You talk to her and… she says YES! Your pants are about to burst. She whispers things in your ear – something about a girlfriend… – and then the situation escalates and your only thought is Run for your life!, but Harleys trap is already set…
