Stopped by a young lass in distress

Last night, coming home from a late night work session (truly), was flagged down by a young woman in distress... attractive... drunk... crying... wearing low rise jeans... got a high rise out of me...

Anyway, turns out she's a recently-fired Hooter's Girl being stalked by an ex-boyfriend. Had no place to spend the night. I thought about bringing her home; she was drunk enough, vulnerable enough she would'a taken me up on the offer and would have spent the night wrapped in my arms, her long legs entwined in my legs, tear stained face against my shoulder.

So, I did... nothing... I took her to one of her friend's...

Damn. Why am I always the "nice" guy?