Yep. It's the best way.

From Create Your Own Story

You change out the batteries as Melanie discusses the options. Maybe you can hold out until the storm is over. Maybe you should just go get the cops, and also see if the neighbors house is on fire, because through the window it really does look like blah blah blah blah.

Ah, there we are. Our happy place. The light is on. The beam is shining. Her breasts are still there, still capped with hard nipples. It's as amazing as it was the first time. You'd pay anything for two tickets to ride that train. You'd slap a baby in the mouth just to stick your face between those tits and smell all that boob-stank. Man, those are some glorious nipples.

"This is getting old," she says, and you realize she's watching you. You look up with a sheepish smile. "I'm done with this stupidity. You stay here. I'm going to get the cops."

Melanie is off in a flash. She grabs the car keys, ignores you completely, and goes out to the garage. She backs out of the drive way and you can hear her tires squeal as she burns off down the road.

You lay back on the couch, take out your junk, and pummel it, all the while thinking of those hard little nipples. When you're finished, you rest. Then you do that again.

Melanie doesn't return. The sun never rises and the storm never passes. This concerns you for a little bit, but then you remember those pretty little nipples, and you have to lie down and masturbate again. A few days later, you've consumed all the food in the house, and realize that the world outside your home is rife with thieves, murderers, rapists, and fire and brimstone. So, you lay back down on the couch and masturbate. Again. and again. and again. Until you die from dehydration or hunger or just masturbate yourself to death.

So, you proud of yourself, pervert? Are you?