The panic doesn't seem to build any further as your mind takes a somewhat detached view of the situation.'I've been drugged', you think as you realize...that although you should be screaming, you can't muster a whimper.The surface of the table feels cool against your skin. Your perspective is odd because the table is slanted downward toward your feet at about a fifteen degree angle. The end of the table is turned up to form a platform for your feet and straps of some soft but solid material wrap. I had another fifty-three minutes to go, and I thought the three remaining problems were straightforward and would take less than ten minutes each. I'd have a little buffer time to check everything over, but I was certain everything so far was correct. This was my last test on the last day of Final Exams week, and I was acing the test. My status as sophomore at M.I.T. was drawing to a close.My only problem with the last of the test was focus. My mind wanted to drift to what was coming next.. Mickey and I flew into Newark, NJ and rented a car for the trip south to Princeton. Princeton University was in the town of Princeton, NJ and the trip from Newark took only about an hour or so, down the NJ turnpike to exit 8a. I drove down 13 for a ways and then crossed over through Plainsboro to Rt. 1 and we were there. We had reservations at the Sheraton on Route 1 for the evening and we wanted to take some time to see the campus and the town. We were on a tight schedule because I had a. Because Sarah then started playing footsie with me, and when I looked over to Jim to see if he even knew, let alone approved; his eyes seemed distracted. At Brittney’s tits no less. I took this as my sign to go ahead and while we were talking, I slid my hand down Sarah’s back and stopped at her ass. I then continued rubbing her ass until she then came up from her seat long enough to raise her mini skirt and literally sat on my hand. It was then I figured out what color her panties were. She.