Watching masturbation Stories

The apartment is dead quiet except for the fans barely humming. I need to do something. Anything to stop that moment replaying in my head over and over. Jake caught me. Hand in my shorts. Totally busted. That memory is burned into my brain like a cursed tattoo. Pretty sure I can't hide from him in this shoebox apartment forever. Unfortunately. They'll be home from work soon, and I need to get a grip by then. I need to do...