My roommate is not a very nice person. One night she got really drunk and started yelling at her boyfriend for no reason other than she was drunk. It made me very angry at her and sorry for her boyfriend. She kept drinking and eventually passed out. Her boyfriend was going to go leaving her on the sofa for the night, but I talked him into staying for a while. I asked him why he put up with all the crap she put him through and he asked me the same. We finally came up with the fact that if she was sober she was the best person in the world, but she drank every night and turned into this horrible bitch. I wanted to teach her a lesson. I had him help me put her into her bed and then told him good night. Once he had left I stripped her naked, took off all of my clothes and cuddled up to her and went to sleep. I woke before her but acted asleep. When she finally woke up she said, “Mark get off of me. I told you that you couldn’t sleep here.” The look on her face, when I smiled at her and said good morning like I was her lover, was priceless. I convinced her that we had had the most passionate sex I had ever experienced, and I thought she felt the same way too. She told me that the last thing she remembered was yelling at Mark and throwing herself on the sofa. I acted hurt but said I understood and I didn’t feel that way about girls just her I guess. After that day whenever she drank at least at the apartment, I would throw myself at her. She would immediately stop drinking. If she ever came home drunk I would strip her down and climb into bed with her. After a year her and Mark got married, let’s just say there was no Champaign at the wedding. Although she did try to set me up with her sister, oh well.