“Listen!” he said, his voice getting louder. “I am just trying to get you home safely! I really have no intention of harming you, but if you’re that scared, I’ll park the car, and you can call your friends.”
I looked at him, taking in his appearance properly. There was a certain charm about him – a certain grace and elegance that most men didn’t have. He was very handsome and clearly attractive. My eyes traveled over his body of their own accord, taking in his muscular chest and strong biceps. I knew my judgment was impaired because of how drunk I was. If I had been sober, I would have been out of this car by now. But as my vision blurred and I felt another wave of dizziness, I decided not to move.
“Alright,” I said, “I will trust you – for now.”
“I am honored,” he said, sarcastically.
“Hey!” I snapped. “There’s no need to take that tone with me, young man!”
He looked at me, an amused expression on his face.
“Oh?” he asked.
“Just because I am not as rich as you, or as old as you, doesn’t mean you get to run your mouth off at me! I demand respect!” I said, my words slurring.
I was getting dizzier and dizzier with every passing minute, and my head was feeling heavier. My stomach was also doing something funny – something like cartwheels.
“Will you please tell me where you live?” he asked. “I can drop you there.”
“I live in apartment B2…” I said and then trailed off.
My stomach was definitely feeling very strange. It was lurching and twisting on itself. I didn’t feel so good anymore.
“Yes?” he prompted.
My vision dimmed, and my head sank, and my stomach gave a horrible lurch. And then I threw up all over his car.
