Rodriguez had never been so confused and indecisive in his life. Ever since he got into his hotel room and laid her in bed, he had paced up and down the room, reasoning on a fast lane over Jacy’s drunken state. He had tried to lay down by her side but the strong stench of alcohol from her breath fought him off and almost nauseated his stomach when he sat up. He noticed the drench of sweat all over her body, and the likelihood of developing cold when the sweat might have subsided to chilled ...