Follow Dana's experience

When she finally reaches her brand-new Range Rover Evoque, Dana is already so drunk that she loses her balance and falls onto her butt when she tries to open the driver's door. After some giggling, cursing and moaning, she manages to get up again and climbs onto the driver's seat. Opening the Martini bottle, she drinks and burps without the slightest sign of embarrassment. "Tashdy shduff", she mumbles to herself and starts the car. Although the road is little more than a colorful blur to her, she reaches the suburban area without any serious incident. But then her eyelids begin to feel heavier and heavier, while her grip on the steering wheel is loosening dangerously. "Guesh I ... *hic* ... I loshd my way", Dana mutters with glassy eyes. The neighborhood she is driving through now looks totally unfamiliar. As she is unsure what to do, the drunken brunette drives on and on until the **** catches up with her. After another giant belch, Dana rolls her eyes and passes out, crashing her SUV into a dilapidated picket fence surrounding a deserted house. When she is suddenly awakened by someone shaking her left shoulder, she has lost any sense of place and time. "Where ... where am I?" she slurs groggily. "Well, Madam," a strange but pleasant voice explains, "the question is rather where you are supposed to be. I'm sure you're not living in this decrepit slum around here. If you would be so kind and tell me your address, I could spare you any trouble and just take you home." - "Tha ... thad would be very nishe of you", Dana smiles. She tries to discern the features of her unknown benefactor, but her double vision makes him appear like a cartoon character. The trouble is, as hard as she tries, she cannot remember her address anymore for some reason. "May I look through your purse for some identification?" - "Shure, helb yourshelf." Dana hands her purse to the stranger who promptly produces her driver's license. "Ah, here we go!" he exclaims with satisfaction. "I guess your family is already worrying about you, Madam?" - "Naw, I'm tola ... *hic* ... toelully alone today", the brunette corrects him. "Good to know. If you would just slid over to the passenger seat, so that I can get in and drive you home?" - "Ogay, Misser ...?" - "Oh, I have to apologize. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is William Jones, Madam." - "Fine, I'm Dana. Dana Davish. I'm a lil' drung, ya see." - "If you say so, Madam." Reassured by her benefactor's politeness and perfect manners, Dana allows him to drive her car home. This must be the proverbial knight in shining armor, she thinks before she dozes off again. A little later, Jones alerts her to the fact that they have arrived at her lavish home in an exclusive residential area. "Here we are, Madam." - "Yesh, thish ish my home. Thang you very mush." - "Allow me to help you in, Mrs. Davis." Steadying the drunken woman, Jones escorts her into the living room and places her gently on the couch. "D-do you wanna lil' dring?" Dana asks with a heavy tongue, swinging the Martini bottle. "Thank you, no, but if you would like another glass, it's better if you let me pour it for you. Your hands seem to be a little shaky." - "Fanksh, thad'sh fine." Willingly, Dana takes the full glass from her savior and downs it in a single gulp. "Yesh!" she utters in drunken delight. And then the things around her begin to get fuzzy once again. Passing out for the third time on this afternoon, she is very glad that she got away without any serious trouble after her senseless drinking binge. That is, of course, because Dana doesn't know yet that the likeable "Mr. Jones" has just **** her drink, and that all her jewelry, her cash, her credit card and miscellaneous other valuables including her Range Rover will be gone when she wakes up from her drunken slumber. After all, she can be thankful that "Jones" is a real gentleman indeed and did not try to take advantage of her while she was incapacitated. But that will be only small comfort to her.

REPORT #8650A: ONE INFECTED PERSON SELF-DECONTAMINATED