I think in that time I'd have a cigarette and start to plan out how to get the broad out of my house if she turns up surprise dirty. Maybe start cleaning everything she has touched with Clorox Wipes.

"Sorry you gotta go so soon, but I guess you have a busy night with Google ahead of you. No here, I'll get the door. AH! Hold this under your chin so the tears don't hit the floor. I understand it is not a death sentence any more. Good luck."
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral