If they gave me any bullshit about taking advantage of them while we were on acid, I was going to tell them to go fuck themselves. If they couldn't ha...dle their drugs, then why take them? I was extra careful all night not to give the impression that I was just looking to get laid. After all, Dita was the one who aggressively started things in the bedroom. I was fuming as I replaced CDs in their slots and queued up music for the next dancer. I looked up and Dita was outside my booth staring up. His costume is no costume at all. One facet of his power is an amazing attention to detail. He unobtrusively notices looks exchanged between passengers boarding buses. He notices who sits next to whom. He notices who arrives early and who arrives late. Body language is his native language. He seems to quietly sit and take in all the nuances of the people going about their business around him and then comes up with the most remarkable conclusions. This person’s here selling drugs, that girl is. "Vicky looked at me doubtfully. I just beamed back, I figured I would demo the suit at lunch when Vicky, Colin, and I could go somewhere away from prying eyes.We chatted about some TV programs we both liked and then about music. The classroom filled up around us and eventually our teacher turned up to take registration. After that it was off to class. I began to notice that all the additional metalwork in my already quite heavy boots made them a little hard going. I didn't want to start using. With that, the woman leaned over, grabbed my right wrist, and snapped a metal handcuff over it. She tightened it enough so there was no way I could escape, but not too much so it would hurt me. She then attached the other end to my armrest. I was now chained to my chair ? the thought of this made me hard.Then the other woman spoke to me. "We recommend you drink this," she said, holding a paper cup in her hand.Weird recommendation, I thought. But without thinking much, I said, "Okay." She held.