I’m Mr Randell, substituting for Mr Kafkasian.” I was mildly annoyed that Cayenne hadn’t warned the limo company when she’d given them my addr...ss.“Do you have the prom package receipt?”“No. My partner, Miss Proctor, has it.”Fortunately the chauffeur took my word for it and didn’t kick up a fuss. He even opened the passenger door for me and waited until I was seated and belted before closing it.The chauffeur pulled away and I was impressed with the limo’s smooth ride: I felt I could hold a full. .. one blue... one pink... and myself and a secretary called Dawn, left to be given characters. Shaking a little... I announced very authoritatively (and hoping that someone would jump in) I shall be coming as... I dug into the bin and drew out the pink paper... making sure it looked as though I hadn't paid enough attention... Britney Spears!Huge laugh... then sure enough, Jack my so-called buddy called out... Yeah!!! Do it!!!! I laughed... and muttered come on... you wouldn't make me do that. They were all back dressed by now, but Hamida’s hair was a mess and her pants had the marks of the cashier’s semen.“No need of any money, ma’am,” the pharmacist said with his usual, perverted smile. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even look at him in the eye.As she left the pharmacy, another guy (say F), emerged from behind a rack full of medicine. He had his phone in his hand. Her eyes widened in horror, thinking about the possibility of having been recorded by him.“Oh God, what a day!”. “These are special mixture of mead wine and herbs, I’m sure that you will enjoy it” he said. Our drink in the golden challis was spiked with Tunaria Aphrodisiaca, a female version of Viagra. The silver challis that Don had was spiked with Haloperidol that assured him to be impotent at least for the time that we were going to be at the resort. I looked at Janine and she was looking hungrily at the black boys as her hands were down her panties and playing with herself. I knew that I was going.