I didn’t even intend to bring Angel back to my place, but every time I asked her where she lived, all she could mutter was “Santa Monica.” She couldn’t tell me any details about her street address, and even if I rustled through her purse to find some ID with her address on it, it would have been questionable for me to drag her up to her unknown room, open her unknown door and hang out there until she recovered from her zombie state. Whatever it was that Rick gave her, it was some strong shit. And I’m not a creep either, but I admit that seeing her floundering around in that skimpy dress turned me on a little bit. There was a lot of cleavage already on display, and when a well-endowed girl isn’t in a completely coherent state, her breasts have a tendency to have a mind of their own, if you know what I’m getting at. She was hot to the touch, so I placed a cold towel on her forehead as she laid on my couch, and I ran off to take a cold shower to get my raging hormones under control.
