John's was still feeling light-headed from what he had just done. He wanted to ask the man when he'd return to the bathroom the following night. John opened the door and stepped into the deserted bowling alley.
Deserted was the appropriate phrase to describe what he found. Only the alley's owner could be seen, sleeping behind the counter. There was no one else, the leather bear was nowhere to be found.
Desperate, John ran outside, trying to find his benefactor. Like the alley, the street was empty. Confused, John checked the parking lot, only his car remained.
John was crestfallen, he had hoped to speak to the man one last time tonight. He didn't know why. He didn't know if he wanted to just ask him what time he'd return, or if he could accompany the man home.
"What am I doing?" he thought to himself. It wasn't in his nature to go out with complete strangers, especially ones that he serviced through a glory hole. It wasn't even in his nature to use a glory hole.
"I'd better just go home, things will make sense after a good night's sleep."
He walked across the deserted lot to his vehicle. He opened the door, sat down, and started the engine. Before, driving off, he checked his mirrors. It was then he saw something in his backseat...