I’m a first time writer, I hope those who have the same hobby of sleeping girls will like it.
(Part.1)
She is the company’s financial lady, when I first stepped into the company’s door last year, the first thing I saw was lazily sitting behind a computer. Long black hair from the slightly oblique forehead fall, although can not be said to be as beautiful as a flower, but quite charming, especially when standing up the body plump and well-proportioned, let a person see unforgettable.
My desk is across from hers, and for a long time, the thing I loved to look at was her hands, which usually manipulated the mouse, with a surprisingly white patter of skin color and hidden glints of veins. Her name was Lisa, eight months older than me, sometimes at lunch she would call on me, yakking with me about some family matters in a rather intimate manner. Even though I was a bit slow on the emotional front, I could tell that she was actually interested in me, and that I could have hooked up with her anytime I wanted to, but…
May as well put it plainly, I in this regard a little weird hobby, think a woman is soft, unconscious when I can stimulate my greatest interest, usually home often get some of the rape theme of the film addiction, and sometimes even from the second brother’s work in the hospital to steal half a bottle of ether to it to gawk, the brain is the use of a variety of anesthesia means to satisfy their own desires of the idea. Whenever I see Lisa’s voluptuous figure, the tip of the nose, I will feel a hot fire in the surge, there is a kind of restrain to apply the plot of the movie in the life of the desire.
FM2 is well known, but in reality, from what source can I get it?
I remembered that in college I had experimented on a certain gentleman in the opposite dormitory (who was the department’s expert on horse-beating) by putting 7 tablets of Valium into his milk, and the result was that the man slept for 18 hours and failed to get a date with his girlfriend, which was quite an effect. So I tricked a bottle of Valium pills from my second brother, ground 60 of them into powder and put them into a vial that I carry with me so that I can use them when I see the opportunity to do so.
The opportunity came quickly. A friend of my boss hosted a banquet at a restaurant in the suburbs, and Lisa and I joined in with a few of our colleagues from the advertising department. Lisa was the only one of the 2 ladies at the party, so naturally she had to make a toast. Our company has a fixed plan for this kind of time: to make fake wine and flush white water into the bottle to dilute the wine. Of course I volunteered for this task, so I took the bottle of wine to the WC, filled it with water first, and then sprinkled about one-fifth of the powder in my vial into the wine, which I took as my first night’s gift to Lisa!
But I was immediately struck by the fact that Lisa had been drinking that wine for half an hour, but instead she was getting in better spirits, laughing and joking with people, and freely showing off to the other boss. I made up my mind and poured a large portion of the remaining powder into her drink (I think there were about 40 tablets) before the party was over, and then handed her an ice cream so that she could chill her tongue and avoid the strange flavor of the drink, and then toasted to her under the pretext of wishing her success in her weight loss, and watched as she drank it all down… The next step was to direct the show… And then, it was my turn to direct the event.
Her family lives downtown, and I called a cab to meet her. A quarter of an hour ago she was still in a state of euphoria, with me making jokes about the other boss’s stomach, and then began to yawn, it seems that the effect of the drug has already begun to take effect, the total amount of 40 to 50 tablets of sleeping pills, and anesthesia in fact there is no difference between the drug, and she actually held out until now.
While she was in a trance, I told the driver to change the route and drive straight to my own place. It wasn’t long before the car stopped in front of my apartment, and I dragged Lisa out of the car with me in my arms. By now, her face was red, her eyes half-open, half-closed, and she stumbled as I dragged her into my room on the ground floor.
(to be continued)