" But you were passed out cold, right?" Dead to the world!... But then I slumped all the way over until my head was in his lap." You're shameless!" Th...nk you! While I'm being shameless, who was it that was impaling herself on my Don's erect organ?" OK, OK, you're no more shameless than the next girl. C'mon, finish the story!" So we're sitting in the car, just stopped out on some residential street, but I guess fairly close to the curb. I'm 'passed out' in Tad's lap and he doesn't know how to. When Tony pulled her upright, she was against his chest. She tried to appear friendly, but Tony felt it had been forced. He took her arm to escort her into the restaurant, and Sam followed slightly behind and to the opposite side of Jenny.When they got in, Sam whispered something to the Maître' D, and slipped him some money. The tall, elegantly tailored man escorted them to a small table against the huge picture window facing the street. The floor was about three feet above the outdoor dining. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead. Turns out she was very suseptable to adiction, weather alcohol, d**gs or sex and I was the anchor she needed to keep her from total anialation of herself. We became best of friends and I was he go to guy for the end of the night after her dates to stop by and visit and usually spend the night with in a platonic way. Lucky me (sarcasm) drunk she would strip down to her undies and crawl into bed with me so warm and beautiful. This went on for a few months until her crazy antics made me decide it.