But since I don't drink alcohol I'm always the designated driver. The night started of early around 7pm we just hoped from club to club and in between...someone slipped in a sleeping pill into my drink.so around 3 am we decided to head back to my friends place his wife was suppose to be out visiting her mum and staying over so we all just crashed where ever we could find a soft place to lay our heads since they were still partying I decicded to go n crash in my friends bedroom.I'm sure I was. Her figure, although changed, was still eye catching. And always seemed to light the fire of allure and fantasy.We started having more conversations, and dropped a few emails as well. A divorce and moving to another town only made for more sensually driven thoughts. I told her that if she ever had the need for a sexual, pleasure filled encounter I would gladly find a way to make it happen, but she held firm that she wanted more than just a fling.Then one day she mentioned going to her camp to. A few moments later, so did Becky and Abbi.“Oh my god, she wasn't kidding, was she?” Abbi chuckled at Lucy, the girls with huge smiles on their pretty faces.“Nope, really wasn't, hun,” she nodded. They laughed as the twins high-fived and congratulated eachother.“It wasn't easy to plan it out, but aren't you glad we kicked you around for a few hours?” Amy gloated proudly. They all laughed.“Awwh, my stomach's growling. Let's just get something!” Abbi groaned. They were all starving at that point. After the big party, Gabriel always took a two-week vacation. Usually, he and his wife would go to Disney World. He didn't fly- -it was a two-day drive to Orlando--but they went every year. Gabriel is a creature of habit, more so than most people, and he'd made his travel plans even after his wife left him. He was determined to relax and find a sugar baby. I hoped he'd at least get to relax.The Monday after the party, he was on the road, by himself, and I kept an eye on the business. It was a.