“Hanna, Hanna, I think, I think I had too much to drink.” Joel’s head spun as he collapsed onto Hanna’s broad couch. His words felt like molasses as they slurred from his lips. The room spun beneath him. “Hehehe me, me toohhh,” Hanna slurred back as she giggled uncharacteristically. “Lesh me shohhh you how mushhhh,” she said as her body writhed. Her clumsy hands pulled at the hem of her short dress in a poor attempt to se...