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Well, something's probably wrong. I would invite her in, maybe give her a cup of tea, see if we could get someone on the phone that she knows to come pick her up. If she regained her senses before then, she might thank me, but regardless, she'd forget about me within a day or two and we'd both go back to our very different lives.
OR I'd take advantage of her catatonic state and feel her up. God just imagine your hands on those legendary breasts, those buttocks, those smooth thighs. Maybe I'd chloroform her and have sex with her unconscious self. Oh god imagine.