Like a true gentleman, he opens the vehicle’s passenger-side door for her. Nervous about the possibility of being spotted, he looks over one shoulder and then the other while helping her make the high step up into the back of the large white van. The step is difficult even under normal, sober conditions. But she’s a little drunk, if not outright wasted. Just the way he planned.
“A total lightweight,” he whispers to himself. “But then, that’s a good thing.”
She stumbles on her way in, falling flat onto her belly in the narrow space between the front bucket seats and the long backseat. But at least she’s giggling through the entire process, climbing up onto the seat while pulling her tight skirt back down in a last-ditch effort to appear not only in control, but lady-like.
She must be
