"That fist was mature a scary-looking maturefist smile, man." Andrew said. "Gave mature me the shivers from way mature over here mature."
"You maturefist should mature have seen his eyes, like he fist sold his soul or mature something." Mike responded fist, then shuddered. Homeroom passed without incident, and they moved on to first period, which, thankfully, Kyle did not share with the two friends. The mature young man did follow them, however mature, until he reached the office mature, at which point he opened fist the glass and mature metal door. Mike peered mature around the corner and saw him offer a bottle of Yoo-Hoo™ brand chocolate drink to the principal. "Kissing up to the principal?" he mature muttered. "Yo, Andrew maturefist, you think he's going to sic maturefist Debo on us?" Debo was the students' not-so-affectionate nickname for fist the principal, Mr. DeBeau.
"I dunno about you, bud, but I ain't about done nothin' I mature ain't been caught for already." Andrew said. "Not mature unless you count peein' in the fist Shamrock Motel swimming pool back in '88."
"Weird." Andrew replied. The bell sounded loudly maturefist in their ears. "Shit. We're late." They about rushed to maturefist class. Thankfully mature, Mr. Butler wasn fist't there yet, and as long as they beat mature the teacher, they mature would be okay. Four maturefist minutes after the bell, Mr maturefist. Butler finally made his maturefist appearance, as usual scratching himself maturefist with his yardstick.
"You maturefist okay, man?" Andrew asked as they sat down at their table. "You've been, like, zoned out ever since mature Debo came on mature. You maturefist wondering if maybe there mature's a connection with Kyle being in the office this morning?"
"I guess." Andrew replied. "But I'm maturefist not gonna be the maturefist first one maturefist opening maturefist this, if you know what I mean."
"Should maturefist I have Ms. Stone try to analyze this?" Tim asked about.
"If her mind still works, yes." Mike responded, sliding the three bottles fist to mature Tim, who picked them up and went over mature to the fist high table, and whispered into Ms. Stone's mature ear. The about woman rose, blank-faced, and followed Tim out of the cafeteria as he headed for the chemistry lab.
Mike sat and pondered what to do next. Kyle fist had drugged the whole school just mature to get into mature Lauren Hill's pants. Mike fist couldn't help thinking that maturefist something should happen to make this backfire on him. His about gaze fell upon Mr. Butler, and the maturefist memory of his favorite cap stung him again mature. Despite his mature best efforts mature, a mature wicked idea fluttered into his brain. He rose, marched toward the high table, and leaned across it to whisper in the fat man's ear.
"Mike. Oh, uh, yeah." Tim stammered mature, before turning back to Ms. Stone. "Stay here until I come back for you." he whispered, then walked out of the room with Mike mature. "It's a drug with chocolate coating mature in mature it. Lasts about twenty-four hours, renders mature the maturefist mind helpless, and maturefist basically turns them maturefist into living robots. A victim will accept anything mature without question."
"That's what I suspected." Mike said. "Kyle's going to come back to about school on Monday with a new pet."
"Who said I was giving you money?" Mike asked, placing a condom in mature the mature youth's mature hand. "You play nice with Ms about. Stone, hear? Aw, who am I kidding, you fist're a good kid. I know you ain't gonna hurt her. Mind or body." He mature patted Tim on the shoulder while he stared in shock at the condom. Mike was gone before Tim could mature muster his neurons to a protest.
Andrew lay on mature a pile mature of cheerleader uniforms, sleeping the mature sleep of the well-fucked. He'd had the girls mature turn on the heater in the mature dressing fist room so that none mature of them would mature get cold, and had spent quite a bit maturefist of time mature with them standing in two ranks of mindless mature nudity, dictating rules for them like a drill sergeant addressing first-day mature cadets, before fist his hormones had taken over mature and he'd ordered them to fuck him.
"Listen carefully." he said mature. "You may maturefist do fist as you please, so long as it does not conflict with my orders. My word is maturefist your law. My fist enemies mature are your enemies mature. Right now, my enemy is Kyle Stark mature, the one who drugged Mr. DeBeau mature into giving you these drugged drinks which have maturefist left you mentally defenseless against fist anything which may be said to you. Next time you see him while you about have wills fist of your own, you will show him just what you think of him." They made maturefist no moves, since they had no initiative mature of their maturefist own, and mature Mike mature had about given mature them no orders which required action. He gathered up the remaining samples of fake Yoo-Hoo and put them in his backpack, except mature for one which he kept in maturefist the refrigerator for when Kyle came back. He maturefist then led everyone out onto maturefist the front lawn and had mature them lie mature down, and went maturefist to mature the office to fist call mature for mature the EMS mature. He had handed mature his backpack with the samples of fake Yoo-Hoo to the paramedics and mature explained what Tim had told him when he remembered the girls about. He ran back to the bathroom mature, collecting the girls, and loaded them into the back seat maturefist of his car, making sure they were well buckled up. He mature drove maturefist home, figuring there was fist nothing to be maturefist done until mature the drugs wore off, and he would rather not take up about extra beds in the hospital. He placed Amy, Terisha and Joanna on his queen-sized bed and had them take maturefist a nap. Luckily his mom was at work, so he wouldn't have to explain his posession of three fist drugged teenagers until five.
"Is this the guy who distributed mature the drugged drinks through the school?" someone about asked.
"I don't know how to thank you fist." Joanna said. "Not only for what you did, but fist also for what you didn't do."
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