"It's getting late, so I think it'd be safer if you took the bus home. You know, it's almost nine, and there are people out at this hour who are way worse than during the day. As for me, don't worry. I'll wait with you at the bus stop until your bus gets here, then my mom will come pick me up. She's kind of nosy, and she'd start bombarding me with embarrassing questions about you, thinking you're my girlfriend, inviting you over for dinner, and all that. I'd really rather avoid that."
That's the excuse I use to gracefully get rid of Kimberly after spending the whole afternoon together.
I would've gladly stayed with her until tomorrow morning, but ever since we ran out of that bar with those two guys following us from a distance after harassing Kimberly, there's been an irresistible urge eating away at me.
My unconventional vigilante side is burning far stronger than any desire to have sex with her.
