Maggie felt like she could just die at the moment. When Jacks asked for her number, her mind answered before her lips even parted.<span style="font-style: italic">Hell, no. I'm not about to give him my number.</span>Her words to him came out harsher than she could expect. It was true, wasn't it? Of course, she would never, ever,<span style="font-style: italic">ever</span>show up at his house again. But maybe saying that would make things less awkward.<br/><br/>As Jacks helped her with the elevator, she waited for a moment and stepped in as fast as possible. Great. Just great. Now she needed to run home and take a shower. "Stupid me, dumb bitch. And no condom, of all things. Serves me right if he's given me something."<br/><br/>The girl slipped out on the street and took a deep breath as she stood out in the sun for a while. Trying to make sense of what the hell had just happened and checking her purse for her cell phone. "Hi. It's me. I'll do it tomorrow. Sorry."<br/><br/>She hung up and looked back to the place where she had come from. "That was the dumbest thing you ever did, girl", she muttered, before making another call. "Hello. Margareth Blake here, I have been there this morning. Yes. I would like to cancel my appointment for today. I'm really sorry. Something came up. Yes. I will set up another one."<br/><br/>The girl hung up again and called for a cab. All she wanted to do, at the moment, was to go home and hide there for a while.