You are pleading like a pathetic bitch. The drunken pathetic bitch that just wrecked my car. I figure that you don't have the kind of money in your purse that will pay for the damages and I am not stupid enough to just trade cars and get charged with car theft later.
As I pull you closer, I have an idea. A fine looking babe like you should fetch some good money. I begin scooting out of the car, making sure I keep a firm grip around you.
"Come on, get moving. Me and you are going for a drive in your car."
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