Go over to her job tomorrow, bring her a bouquet, and invite her to dinner. And then do lots of groveling.’ ******* Abigail listened to the soft to...es of some random piano piece on Pandora radio as she dug into her gallon of cookies and cream ice cream. She knew it’d go straight to her hips, but she was beyond caring. She hoped she’d get fat so Gabriel would get disgusted and walk away all the sooner. Her heart squeezed painfully at the thought, and her eyes and nose itched as she blinked. Me and Chris served them up and slipped the drugs in with the drinks. We finished and as everyone started to get up to leave the table they found it hard to. Their arms were heavy and their heads started to droop. Me and him gave a look at each other and started to get up. There was a desk near the kitchen where we had earlier stashed some rope, I went into the other room and retrieved it. When I came back near the dining room I saw that Doe had slumped out of her chair and was laying on her. In another story by someone called Chrism, I discovered the outrageous antics of a lesbian sorority. Girls hadn’t turned me on since college. I had forgotten how sexy and fun things could be with another female. I couldn’t get enough as I went from one story to the next, all the while feeling hornier and hornier. I had started strumming my fingers through my pussy as I read. Each one was sexier than the last. I clicked another by Master Jonathan. It was a deliciously wicked story about BDSM.. “Hi, Tiger! You look happy!”“That’s what I said!” Kara giggled from behind me.“She asked permission to see me again Friday,” I said.“If he’s going to be in THIS good of a mood after what happened between Friday and this morning, then I think he should go see her as often as she wants!” Kara said.“Just Friday evening,” I replied, but shaking my head with a smile.“Let’s put the kids to bed and then we can spend some time together,” Jessica said.June 23, 1992, Iron Mountain, Michigan“How are you.