"It's cool." Do you really like it, Tish?" Yeah." It was hard, but I managed to say it. "Thanks." Val?" Mr. Redmond's voice rang out. "What time is th...s thing tonight?" Phillip, we're up here," She shouted back. "Come up." She sighed. "I don't know why he always has to shout."Mr. Redmond came in, looked me, nodded, then saw Brian and frowned. "What goes on here?" They're coming with us, Sweetie. What should I wear. The green or the purple?" She fished through the bags to find to more. He wouldn't be needing clothes or his bed for that matter, he grinned to himself as he padded back down to his mother's bedroom with his big, heavy dick flopping about down between his legs. He saw that his mother still hadn't moved. Glancing down at his watch and saw that it was only twelve forty-five. It had only been thirty minutes since he had given his mother the dose of knock-out juice and Rodney had said that it would last for two to three hours, so he had at least an hour and maybe two. Sheriran quickly to her car, and pulled around to where he was getting into a whiteJeep, and followed him home. After about a 20-minute drive, Chris pulled upin front of a gray house, checked the mailbox, and went inside. Sheri droveby slowly, and then headed off to find a place to change clothes. In a convenience store bathroom a mile or so down the road, she changed intoher outfit, and walked out to her car. Sheri was very conscious of her lackof panties in the short skirt, and though it was. "Only a halfblock to go!" He staggered along, occasionally almost stumbling inthe very unfamiliar 3" heels, trying to maintain his balance and keephis cuffed wrists as much out-of-sight as possible. There he was -- aMaster's degree candidate -- wearing a frumpy dress, cheap perfumeany "real" woman would refuse, somewhat overdone makeup, high heelsand a shoulder bag. If anyone ever saw him, he was sure they woulddie laughing.Coming to a corner, he carefully looked for traffic before crossingthe.