I took d powder n left my home telling my mom tat I would come home late as I would go 2 my friend’s place 2 study after giving d powder 2 my aunt n...she agreed, on d way I bought 2 sleeping pills ,powdered it n I also bought 3 cups of ice-cream(my aunt loves ice-cream) n I mixed d pills powder 2 one of d cup and kept tat aside and when I went 2 her house ,she opened d door n welcomed me in . She was wearing a sky blue nighty which was a bight tight 2 her .I could partially see tat her bra. The short stubby machine pistol never wavered an inch and pointed at my midriff. I knew that this man would never hesitate to shoot if he was called to do so.For three hours we drove first on the minor roads then on to the Motorway until we entered London and drove into an underground car park in a building close to the river.My three escorts stayed by my side until we were outside an unmarked door on one of the top stories of the building. It had to be high for I could see the top of the other. You hungry?"He looked up, annoyed. "No." Suit yourself," the other man shrugged. He was only being polite anyway. His co-workers left the lab, leaving Holland Campbell staring at the code, trying to figure out where he had messed up.Without question, Campbell was the smartest person in the company, if not on the entire east coast. His ideas weren't just brilliant, they were sometimes so far out of the box, they bordered on being downright crazy. Yet, they almost always worked. His research in. "Yes, cola if you have it." "Ice?" "Yes, it's very warm out there!" He went into a suberbly furnished kitchen and took a glass from the cabinet and pulled a cola from a large refrigerator, while I watched his back muscles flex and move under his t-shirt. He turned and looked at me while I was dreaming of his strong arms wrapped around me and cupping my heavy breasts and sliding into my shorts. "Mame,", he held the glass out in front of me, bringing me back from my daydream. "Gloria, please", I.