Wake her up and tell her she is home.

 “Miki,” you call, shaking her by the shoulder.

   It takes some effort, but the girl finally opens her eyes, roused from deep slumber.

   “You’re home,” you tell her.

   She groans, looking out the window to the house.

   “This isn’t my place,” she tells you, slumping back down in her seat.

   You silently curse to yourself.  Miki isn’t in much better shape then when you first found her, which leaves you few alternatives.  You pull the car around and begin the drive to your own apartment.  At the very least, you figure she can sleep off her stupor at your place and head home in the morning.

   Miki seems to fall asleep again, hands folded over her lap.  She may not be terribly pretty, but as you look at her placid face, you can see how she is quite cute in her way.  She’s definitely blessed with a trim, tight body at the very least.  You think again of the opportunity you passed up to examine her more closely, and the hand she audaciously placed in your crotch.  You reach over to place a hand on her knee, shaking a little to see if she reacts.

   Maybe fair is fair, or maybe the best thing would be to put your naughty thoughts aside and just concentrate on driving.  You’ll be home soon enough any way, if you think you can keep your ardor under control.