Thankfully Sylvie hadn’t taken anything too stupid, so she wasn’t brain damaged and her nervous system appeared to be fine. He thought it would ju...t be a matter of getting her on the right dose of the right antidepressant and she would regain her equilibrium and be able to return to work. He took her to see his psychiatrist and she returned with a prescription that he had filled and made sure she took every day. He also took her to see a psychologist who the psychiatrist recommended. Oliver. I use the term "said" loosely. Her words were slurred and her eyes were half closed. "I'm just going to pass out in here. Is that cool?" She managed to spit those words out just before taking her shirt off and climbing into the bed. "How much did she drink?" the guy asked. "I don't really know, but I assume... ya know, a LOT". I looked at her in the bed, totally unconscious. In retrospect maybe I should have taken her home, but her topless and his hand on my ass had turned me on. I'm sure it. She quickly relaxed and smiled.“Good morning!” she said. “I just am not used to waking up with someone else in my bed.”We kissed, then she turned her head back. I kissed her on the neck. She purred. “We need to get ready for the day,” she stated. “But I don’t want to move this feels so good. Do you need to go back to the hotel for clothes?”I thought for a few seconds and answered, “No. I only wore the clothes I have here for a few hours last night.”“Good! That gives us a more time before we. Heck, get me going enough and you could probably do what I offered back in 8th grade, even though I had no idea what I was saying!”I chuckled, “I assume you do now?”She smirked, “Uh, yeah. It’s amazing the things you find out that they didn’t teach you in health class!”“One logistical detail - tomorrow morning I have a computer lesson to give to the next-door neighbor girl, then I’m supposed to go to karate. I can skip karate, but it’s kind of late to cancel my 8:00am appointment. What time do.