I took her into the living room, where I had thrown an afghan over the pictures and underwear. I asked if she would like a drink, and she said yes to...a glass of lemonade. I liked that- the taste would cover the taste of the little present I was slipping into it. It was a new drug called roofies on the street. She drank the lemonade, and asked me some questions. I admitted an interest in bondage, just to see her reaction. She managed to not freak out. I watched as the drug slowly took. She saw him use his keys on the front door, and hoped that meant his parents and little sister were okay. She winced as the machinegun on the trailing Humvee fired. Three short bursts, no more than four rounds each, but the noise would bring more. They'd had proof of that when they left the water treatment plant.A rifle barked inside the house, and her heart sank. Two more shots, then a single boom from the .50 caliber M2HB on the lead vehicle. She looked out the windshield and saw the body. .cant hold it much longer...I'm coming...." he growled. I frantically moved against him harder trying to reach my own climax when he suddenly fell limp on my body with a loud sigh leaving me nowhere...my mind going on an inverted spin as it suddenly went blank asking myself...what the???, my need suddenly deserting my body as he suddenly got up leaving me and going to the bathroom to take a bath whistling a tune as he went on his way. Damn, I thought to myself. David was always like this...slam. Got up from the bed and grabbed one of Beatrice’s bra’s that had been hanging from the mirror on her dresser and put it to her chest. Her small body looked ridiculous with Beatrice’s over stuffed water bra. ‘She’s like this except it’s not water, its silicone. Her lips are nice and red and full of collagen.’ Collin laughed so she continued. ‘Her hair is perfect and perky and blonde.’ ‘Hair extensions,’ Collin said in a high pitched voice. This time it was Caden’s turn to laugh. ‘Her hip bones.