Walking home at night

We walked home and when we reached a crossing looked at the map to decide which route to take. I was a little ahead of Paz and across the road I saw a man wanking - facing us with his what-not out and pulling on it with great vigor. I told Paz not to look ( she hadn't seen him yet) but to walk very fast, catch up to me and hold my hand. We were in a dark narrow street, walking in the middle of the street as there was no traffic at that time in the morning. It had been raining. We kept looking to see if he was still there, and he started running after us at full throtal, well, as fast as one can with their cock in their hands.We started running and reached a well lit street, saw a policeman and went to stand by him, then we asked him to keep an eye on us as we darted down the ally to our flea infested rat hole of a hotel. We caught our breath, but to tell the truth it took more courage to sleep in this hotel than to be chased by a wanker.