You help her out of the booth after leaving enough for the tab and a generous tip, and walk her to your car. You hold the door for Gwen and help her in, and walk around and start your car up.
As you drive her home, she leans her head on your shoulder, and you look down and make eye contact. She's making quite the doe eyes at you while she rests her head.
"Whoo, I'm tipsy," she says, but keeps her head in place. She uses her hands to steady herself, pressing her left hand along your right thigh, dangerously close to your inflating member.
"You're a lightweight," you joke as her hands run along your body in an attempt to upright herself.
Your heart begins to race as you hear a startling noise.
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