As drunk as she is her trying to stand up would only cause her to fall and hurt herself.“Are you going to be able to fight getting your jumper back ...n by yourself,” I asked.She got even redder as she slurred her way through whatever language she spoke when not speaking English. Finally she shook her head no. I made a quick exit when she let out a very loud, wet and non-little girl fart.While I was taking a piss the hot girl who sat next to me at the table came staggering in. She was barely able. Badly.I drove like a man possessed and ran every stop sign and red light on the way and got to her house in less than ten minutes. I began to ring the doorbell and just about broke the door beating on it. In a few minutes Erin shuffled slowly to answer the door, and I barely recognized her. She had been beaten all over and her face and arms were a solid mass of bleeding welts and swelling bruises. She was bleeding seemingly from everywhere and the blue terrycloth robe she was clutching around. He wondered if he really was interested or if it was just a thought that Rita had put into his mind. He decided he was wondering too much. That evening he picked up the phone and dialed Rita’s number. After several rings he heard her familiar voice.“Hello?”“Rita, it’s John Drake, from the other night.”“Yes, John, what’s up?”“I’ve been thinking about that Dempsey’s painting, I can’t spend the money for the painting, but I would like a photograph of it, like you said.”“Oh sure, not a problem. Let. When I think I cant take any more you open your door and swiftly come around and open my door and offer me a hand to assist me from the car.We are at the front of the car now and I spread the blanket over the hood/bonnet of the car dressed only in black thigh high hose and strappy black high heels. You quickly remove your clothing, I watch you undress with fascination. God you are sexy to me. You sit me up on the car and take your hands to gently nudge my shoulders as you moan " lay back for me.