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I opened the medicine cabinet quietly, grabbing the bottle of Oxy and taking a few. (Popping one, obviously.)

I closed the cabinet, then exited the bedroom. I heard the screech of tires, and knew it was dad leaving.

"Where's he going?" I shouted, little to loud.

"Eh, he got an important phone call, what else is new." She snapped.

I laughed, and then went to sit on her couch. As I did, Carol sat beside me.

Let me describe Carol: 170, maybe 58kg? Long blonde hair, but unfortunately - Forty-three years old.

Her shirt's collar was a little low, so I was able to see down her shirt. I naturally looked, being a man. (Haha.)

I don't think she was, because she obviously didn't say anything.

"I know you've been stealing my pills." She shifted her glance to me.

"Wha - Wha - What? What are you talking about?" I quickly responded, studdering on my first word.

I could feel the rush of the Opiate starting to kick in, as I became more relaxed and content with myself.

She rested her palm on my upper thigh, looking into my eyes.

"You don't think I wouldn't notice my fucking pills disappearing, would you?" She barked at my face. Raising her voice as she cursed.

I grinned, the Opiate took over my system and I spilled out what was kept inside, "Eh .. Fine, I did it. What do you want from me?"

Damn, this pill was really getting to me. This wasn't the normal Oxycontin that I was used to, I've never felt so sluggish.

"Yeah, you feel that? You thought you were so smart. But I'm smart, Chris. I replaced those Oxy's - which what you thought were twenties -

with fourties. Now, you are completely in my control, what do you have to say to that?" She cackled.

"I uh.. Uh.." I slurred, and gave up all hope of talking.

I felt her warm palm slide up my thigh, resting upon my crotch. Her digits slowly unzipping my pants, pulling out my seven-inch shaft.

I looked at her, drugged .. Confused .. Dazed .. And went along with it. No choice.