Limo and Pills

As you walk by security the guard growls.

“Miss Warshaw, Curtiss left these for you.”

He hands you a dram and a note.

Thought you might need this tomorrow.

The dram is filled with your modified ****. At least twenty five pills rattle around inside. You are amazed and pleased by the quick manufacture. You slip them in your purse and head out.

Outside, Renna is leaning on a classic black limo.

She scowls at you.

“C’mon mom. You’re going to be late for your own party.”

You slip into the limo. “You didn’t need to throw me a party.”

“I figured after being cooped up at work for three weeks straight, you deserved it. What the hell was so important at work anyway?”

You pull out the pills. “These. They’re a pain relieving supplement. Try one.”

“You sure they’re safe mom?”

You pull out a pill and pop it. You feel a wicked thrill. “I have absolute confidence in there safety. Here.”

You hand her a pill. She eyes it for a moment before swallowing it. Her eyes go wide. You smile. You know what she’s feeling.

“Wow! That is amazing! I’ve never felt so...so...alive. Liza has to try these.”

“Here take one for her.”

“Thanks mom!”

The limo pulls up to your house. There are about fifty cars parked nearby. You are excited about the possibility of getting laid.