Harleys Trap

Yet another night with nothing but uncountable drinks spend and false phone numbers as thanks, but on the way home through the deserted park you see your last chance: A dame - very youthful 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 she says YES! Your pants are about to burst. She whispers things in your ear - something about a - and then the situation escalates and your only thought is Run for your life!, but Harleys trap is already .