...." was the last thing she said as the drug overcame her and she passed out."Wakey wakey little Becky!!!" Michael said jubiliantly. "What happened?"...asked Rebecca, still trying to clear the fog in her head. "You must have fallen asleep, it's way past quitting time." Bullshit! You put something in my coffee, you're fired now get the fuck out before I call the police!" Rebecca demanded. Michael just looked at her and laughed. "Oh I don't think you'll be firing me or anyone else ever again.". I can't remember what happened next. I know that she did not get me off or anything like that. Later that night, when I was back at my friends apartment, I started texting her. I wanted to come over, and she said that would be okay, but that we didn't have "anywhere to go," meaning we wouldn't have any privacy. I trusted my gut and went over anyway.So, there we were. My redhead, the girl she was staying with, and me, drinking beer in here garage. I asked to use the bathroom, and the redhead. "Rachel looked at the rear- view mirror and saw her frightened face. There was a tiny scratch on her forehead. She examined it closely and took her purse. She was about to open it when she felt that the fingers of her left hand were numb. Her little finger was twitching spasmodically. As she was moving her fingers, the pain exploded. It shot up her forearm, toward her shoulder."Oh, that's not good" Rachel whispered to herself.Then she saw a bruise just below her left elbow, and a second later,. Amy gave him directions to her apartment which was only about three blocks away.Once at the front door of her apartment they began kissing and fondling each other once again. Their passion was building up so quickly they could hardly control themselves. Amy managed to fumble around in her purse and find her keys, all the while kissing the handsome stranger. Once inside they ripped off each other's clothes and Amy couldn't wait anymore. She dropped to her knees and she began stroking his cock.