Chapter 9

It did. Together we managed to get William to my car, and I remember thinking that if he threw up on my floorboards, I sure as hell better get something for my troubles. I’d settle for a kiss, light petting maybe, a copped feel or a phone number, but if that drunk got sick twice, nothing less than a blowjob would salvage the night. Fortunately, William passed out before he even hit my seat, and I don’t think he woke up again until the next morning.