So the taxi driver can have their way with a comatose girl??
I'm not judging. I'm trying to help. I stopped hanging out with women that get comatose regularly a LONG time ago. Why? B/C it never ended well for me. Why? Here's what used to happen to me.
At party/club/someones' house. 3:00AM rolls around. I'm sober (or used to be the "least drunk")....that was a long time ago. I'd drive Liz home b/c I wasn't a rapist; I was a nice guy. Would I say no if Lizzy tried to blow me in the car on the way to her house? Hell no! But did that happen? Of course not.
Then there's the other Lizzy. You carry her to the door and she tries to rape you. I'm not like that. She threw up on the way home and has no idea who I am...or WhO SHE IS right now. Hammering her would be wrong. So I pour her into her front door and leave. What do I get for my trouble besides a clear conscience? Let's see.
1. Less gas in my car; no monetary compensation for using my gas to drive 24 miles out of my way.
2. More blueballs in my pants.
3. The dubious distinction of being "the last guy w/her last night." Lizzy was TORCHED. If she somehow decides I raped her (evn though I left and didn't touch her BUT she drunk called her ex after I left) Yeah, I raped her, according to the police. Even though she can't definitively say it was me.
4. Some fucked up combination of all the above.
This must've occured to you already, my friend. Stop now. Stop punishing yourself. Now that I'm ..."significantly over 40" I just go home. I'm also married with children. But I travel on business quite a bit. It's always the same old song and dance. When I was young (in the mid 80's) girls put out. They knew if they were drunk and bummed a ride home they were slobbin' the knob at a minimum. It was understood back then. God, I miss my youth.