(QUAGMIRE'S P.O.V)
I sauntered out of the library into the warm night thinking about what I would cook for dinner. It's a shame Peter and Lois didn't invite me for dinner tonight. I always enjoyed their family dinners, no matter how much of a circus it was.
Just then my phone vibrated indicating I had gotten a message. "At dinner with the family," I read aloud to myself Peter's whatsapp message. "Listening to Chris and Meg talk smack about me, but you know what?: When you Excel they spreadsheet about you,"
"You made a Powerpoint," I responded at his creative joke. Pushing my phone into my pocket, my mind wandered to the topic of family. Suddenly I felt angry. Why the hell did I give up my best years to not have a family?. Now look at me, a washed up Casanova with only that to my name. As I continued to head to my car, a mixture of anger, bitterness, and regret swirled within me. As I got closer to my car, I noticed a gray Chevoret parked next to mine. My books dropped from my hands in shock, as I witnessed a woman screaming for the guy she was with to stop, as he ripped open her top as he was about to sexually assault her.
"Remember Quagmire what the therapist said," I said to myself, taking deep breath, as I felt myself getting hard. "Rape is not consent." Making a quick decision I got near my trunk, and popped it open, without drawing the rapist's attention. I quickly grabbed my tyre iron, and knocked the guy across the head, knocking him out completely. "Are you okay?," I asked as the blond young woman tried to hide her nudity, since her shirt couldn't button up, considering she no longer had any buttons on her shirt.
"Yes i'm-i'm okay," she stammered her answer. "Please," she spoke up, as a light drizzle of rain began to fall. "Take me home," she begged. "Don't you want to make a report at the police station," he asked, surprised at her statement.
"Please take me home," she begged as Quagmire opened the passenger side to his door, gesturing her to get in. As I drove off, I made sure to keep my eyes glued on the road, remembering his therapist telling him that it was inappropriate to stare at a woman's nudity in this given circumstances.