I'm sorry

Farrell:

The next time I pulled my eyes open it was morning. I woke up to a poorly lit room which seemed different. The bed wasn't as soft and plush as the one at home, and beside me lay a naked woman which wasn't Molly. She was red haired.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, pulling off the blanket to realize I was naked.

At that moment, everything that happened last night flooded in. I had sex with this lady, and she was a hooker.

I stood up immediately, and put on my pants which were lying on the ground. Then I grabbed my shirt from a chair I probably flung it on. After that I put on my jacket which was on the foot of the bed.

Reaching for my pocket, I grabbed my wallet. Then I pulled out ten hundred dollar notes, and left it on the table. I turned to leave when I heard the voice of the lady.

"You are leaving so soon?" She asked.

Then I turned around.

"Look, it would be best if we act like what happened now didn't happen," I said to her.

"Why? Didn't I satisfy you? You should have seen your face