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nosex, drugs)

   I was an up-and-comer at my design firm.  I had created toys and
electronic devices and car interior components and more.  I loved
engineering and thinking of creative ways of getting jobs done.  My
guiltiest pleasure was working on things that I knew would bring pleasure
to women and girls.  More comfortable bicycle seats, for example -- or
easy-slide tampon applicators.  But I guess I overstepped with the Harry
Potter Broomstick toy which was designed for children.  It had flashing
lights, sound effects and -- the nail in my coffin -- it vibrated
wonderfully.

   As reports started coming in complaining about the product, I began
answering questions such as, "Why would you make a stick that goes between
children's legs vibrate?!" My response was, "It feels like an engine --
like you're riding a jet or something." Well, it's a broomstick...  so
really it shouldn't have had vibration.  But I was willing to play stupid.

   But the embarrassing thing for the company were the news stories of
girls wrapping their little thighs around it and laying on the couch or
their bed for hours at a time.  And more disturbingly were the reports that
older sisters began taking them away from their little siblings and were
using them as well.

   My reputation in the market was shot and I knew I had to disappear for a
while.  I was lucky in that I had invested my money wisely into the tech
sector and sold off my stock before the big crash.  I then invested in gold
and sold off that when it peaked around $1,000 an ounce.  Now that real
estate was at a several year low, I was buying up properties and houses and
flipping them for a profit.

   I had been flipping houses for nearly a year when I decided it was time
for a break -- and I was REALLY getting lonely.  I contemplated bars and
clubs and online dating -- but I really didn't need companionship as much
as I needed sex and then to be left alone to design.  I was relatively
young and fit, and even though I was 36 I looked younger -- but I didn't
really fit in the club scene.

   I began planning [at first just as a mental exercise] ways that I could
abduct a woman and take her somewhere for a few days until I was well-spent
and then drop them back off in a safe location.  But it couldn't just be a
grab and tie up thing -- it needed to be more elegant.  Even better, if
they just disappeared for a few days and didn't remember what happened, I
know I would be a lot more relaxed.

   But the crazy thing was, the more I began thinking about it, the more I
saw it as a possibility.  I researched different methods of administering
drugs which would get my desired results, but kept coming up to the need
for injections.  The biggest problem was administering an injection without
them know it was coming because the adrenaline apparently counteracted the
effect of memory loss.  I considered wiring something into the seat of my
car, but if they felt a sudden poke, the first reaction is to jump off the
seat.

   I went to work on a system in the passenger side of my car where I would
flip a switch and the passenger seat belt would constrict down and a needle
would poke through the seat, giving them an injection of the drug of
choice. I mounted the switch and buttons to my dash, I filled the syringe
with saline solution to test, seated myself in the passenger side of my
car, bucked myself in, and pressed the button.  Instantly I was pulled down
into the seat and a needle enter the back of my ass, injecting me with the
saline.  Perfect.

   I began cruising the highway in the evenings looking for hitchhiking
women.  It had taken a few nights when I came upon a beautiful woman -- a
little too hippie for my taste, but fuckable nonetheless.

   I pulled over and said, "Need a ride?" She looked at me warily and said,
"No thanks.  I don't ride alone with guys." I said, "No problem.  Totally
understand" and I prepared to drive off.  "Hang on!" she said and she
opened the back door and climbed in with her back.

   Dammit.  I hadn't considered someone not sitting in the front.  I took
her to the next town and dropped her off and went back to the drawing
board.

   At this point I installed the seat belt mod and the syringes in the two
back seats as well.  Now I needed two more buttons on the dash.  If this
kept up, I would have a full flight board in my car which would be
difficult to explain.

   The next Friday night I went out and found a woman hitchhiking on the
Interstate.  She looked rough but I decided to give her a shot anyway.  She
ran around to my drivers side window and said, "Hey, are you going all the
way to Carson?" "I can go that far." I said with a little excitement. 
That's when I heard the back door open and a man jumped in, quickly
pointing a gun at my head.  The woman ran around to the back of the car,
picked up a large bag, and climbed into the front seat.

   "Move!" the man said.  I did.  I put it into gear and began picking up
speed trying to figure out the best way out of this.

   "I told you it would work, girl!", the man said as he put the gun on the
seat next to him.  I contemplated reaching for the gun -- but reconsidered
when I saw him looking at me.

   Out of the corner of my eye I saw the woman open a bag and dig through a
pile of money.  I also saw two more pistols and a lot of ammunition.

   I thought for a moment and when it seemed safest I reached up and
pressed both the passenger side front and rear buttons.  Both of my
"guests" suddenly jumped and yelped and as he reached for the gun, the both
slumped over.

   I pulled over, grabbed the guns and the bag and the woman's purse and
kicked her out of the car into the grass alongside the highway.  As I
considered dragging the man out as well, I realized he was laying over the
other syringe target.  I reached up and pressed the button -- and the quick
solenoid click fired and injected him with a second dose.

   "That's what you get for pointing a gun at me you stupid fuck.", I said
to him.  Then dragged him out into the grass alongside his bitch.

   I drove home and reset the system, putting the money and guns into my
safe.

   I didn't go out for a few weeks.  I guess I was waiting for the shakes
to go away on their own -- but I finally decided to go and get back up on
that horse.

   That night I was prowling again and came across a car with the hood up
and the engine in flames.  I pulled over to try to help but it was obvious
the car would soon be completely engulfed.

   A woman and her two children (a boy of about 6 and a girl of about 9
years old) were standing by watching.

   "Is everybody out?!" I shouted.

   "Yes...  but we lost everything we own." the woman sobbed.

   I got them into my car and told them, "I don't get cell service up here.
I'll get you to the next town and call 911."

   "No!  He can't know where we are!  Please don't call!", she shouted.

   "I won't say anything, ma'am.  I understand." I reassured her.

   We rode in silence for the next 40 minutes as I tried to decide what I
was supposed to do to help her.  I began thinking about the money I had
saved and the privacy of one of my flip houses.

   Then I began thinking in ways that I shouldn't have.  What if I took
them home for a few days, played a little, then gave them a lot of money
and sent them on their way?  That sounded reasonable...  to me.

   I made sure everybody had their seat belt nice and tight and reached for
the buttons.  The next thing I knew, all of my passengers were asleep.

   I turned off the highway and down my road and took them toward my safe
house.  I took them down into my basement, placed them each on a bed into
three of the four jail cells I had built, and contemplated my next move.

   I knew they would be asleep for another 3 or 4 hours, so I began
checking them over to make sure they were all healthy and unhurt.

   What took me by surprise was that when I was checking the little girl
and I lifted her little skirt to check her legs, the sight of those little
monkey panties turned me on immensely.  I hadn't really considered myself a
pedophile before this moment -- even though the Harry Potter broom should
have been a clue.

   But I knew now...  that I would have this little girl.
   (To be continued...)