I was plotting the next battle in our escalated War of Siblings and the way he acted around me let me know he suspected I was up to something.It took ...e over a month to plot, plan, and set up my attack. Our mother told us they were going out on a Saturday after dinner and wouldn't be home until late. I acted cool, calm, and nonchalant during dinner even though it was my night for revenge. I’d found someone on Evergreen Boulevard to sell me a roofie: tasteless, colorless, and strong enough to. I glanced at the man & recognized him as also being at the bus stop (as a co-stranded bus passenger) who, like me, had come to the movie to pass the time. I then reverted my attention back to the movie.After about another 10 minutes or so, I noticed that the man next to me was getting restless. He moved on his seat, coughed, cross & uncross his legs etc. and I decided to ignore him. As his hand was on the arm rest next to mine, so our elbows were touching lightly. Suddenly, I felt that. I've never seen him angry, but you can tell that he's a fierce defender of the weak."Steve, I'd like to introduce you to the ladies. Starting with the sweetie in your arms, we have Donna Wilson. Lana Schmidt is the tall brunette that first greeted us, and Dianne Jones was with her. Monique Dubois is next", pointing to a black-haired fair-skinned beauty with a nice ass."Jessica Arnold," she said next, indicating a sandy-haired woman with long, slender legs."Angela Lucas," pointing to a slender. By this time, we’d finished our beers. I felt a buzz and felt Bob did too.We decided we wanted more to drink and went to the store for a sixpack. When Bob asked for a half-pint of whiskey, I felt he wanted to get drunk. When we got back to the park, he opened the booze and took a swig from the bottle. Then while Bob chased the whiskey with his beer, I took a drink.Bob seemed distant. I wanted to ask what was going on, but I didn’t. Finally, a few drinks later, Bob took a deep.