In the middle of the night, in a cheap motel on the edge of Cardiff sits a man and a 'date' he has met in a bar. They are there to perform 'adult relations'...that is, until a problem arises, or more correctly, doesn't rise.
"It's okay. This happens to every man... eventually," says the anonymous woman from the bar.
"Not to me," says Jack, looking through the space between his hands, on his lap.
"Ah!" Jack wakes in his office to an empty bottle of vodka, and a really bad hangover.
'Why did such a thing have to happen to me?'