We sat there night after night, just waiting for them to show up. I couldn't believe they'd taken this long but I was not about to miss this opportuni...y. The plan was very simple. Alex's drink would be spiked with a cocktail we'd mixed up special for her. 1 part date-rape drug, to make her horny and out of it, 1 part ecstasy, to relax her and the most special part was a very powerful diuretic. Without the diuretic none of this would work. If I just gave her the X, and the date-rape drug, she'd. I felt awkward being there alone with Steve and he noticed. He asked me why I was balled up in the corner of the couch and added that he didn't bite. I shrugged my shoulder and said it was comfortable. He reached over and grabbed foot and pulled my leg across his lap. I was a little apprehensive, but I didn't stop him. Steve started to massage my foot; he knew I liked it because I begged John to do it all the time. He massaged my foot for a minute and I threw my other leg across his lap. I. He had these waves in his dark chestnut hair I thought a time or two about wanting to run my fingers through. We talked for hours and found things that we were really into immediately – red wines from California, the same favorite players on our hometown baseball team, an equal talent for impromptu and hilarious color commentary over the people watching we did from the sidewalk café. One drink turned into three, and as the drinks kept coming, his fingers went from just touching mine to wrapping. He was the perfect gentleman and walked around to open my door. I practically sprinted into the house and headed for my bathroom to freshen up. I found a new bottle of KY jelly on the bathroom counter and took a minute to re-lube my asshole. I replaced the butt-plug, put my heels and dress back on and sat down on the bed. “Where is he?”, I got up and walked around to my nightstand, took out my magic wand, and unplugged it from the charger. Since Sam had failed to join me in the bedroom, I.