You wake up in the infirmary. Your heads bandaged up. You try to remember why you're here. Oh yeah. You got struck in the face by that big guy. You look over at the night stand next to you. There's a letter addressed to you. You open it and read it.
Dear dude, (sorry I don't know your name.)
I am so sorry for hitting you in the face like that it's just that I don't like being snuck up on is all and elbowing who ever is behind me is just my reaction. I hope you have a speedy recovery that way we can meet and chat some time, maybe even become friends. See you hopefully soon!
Signed
The big black guy: Donald
P.S. Hope you enjoy my gift!

You put down the letter on the nightstand. At least he seems nice, maybe he'll become your first friend here. You say to yourself but you wonder what he meant by the gift because you see no present anywhere. Immediately a well figured girl walks in blushing.
"Who are you?" you say to her.
" I'm the present sent from Donald. You can do whatever you which to me I'm all yours till midnight. That means you get 6 hours with me."
Yeah Donald has to be your friend no matter what.
"So what do you want to do first?" she says as she begins to climb up on the bed.