I had this happen to me a few years ago in my apartment complex. Since I’m always going out to smoke, I often forget to lock my door.
I was asleep one night and a drunk woman who had gotten off the elevator on the wrong floor, walked into my apartment, took off her clothes and got in bed with me.
She was so wasted it took me an hour to get her to tell me what floor she lived on, and drag her up there.
Today, I laugh about it when I tell people but at the time, I was pretty alarmed. Needless to say, I’m very conscientious about keeping the door locked, now.
Was she hot?
Why were you alarmed? My reaction would have been like the boy in “Animal House” who gives thanks to God when the woman miraculously flies in though his window.