Next target

Kevin's first class was Western Civilization. Dr. Yvonne Henry was the professor. She was in her mid-forties, divorced, and a few pounds overweight, but the extra weight gave her plump rear and shapely hips. She usually wore slacks and a blouses, and always kept her dark brown, very curly, long hair in a messy bun.

Kevin arrived a few minutes early and took his seat in the middle of the lecture hall. As students trickled in, a tall, curvy coed with thick, wavy hair dyed platinum blonde and teased out came and sat in front of him. She wore faded skinny jeans and pink v-neck t-shirt with the letters of her sorority on it. She had on a bit too much mascara and blush for Kevin's tastes and wore a light red lipstick and grayish blue eye shadow. Kevin remembered her name from roll, Jessica Thompson. She was annoying as she was always checking her phone, her make up, her hair, and fidgeting in her seat in front of Kevin, and she kept asking what was going to be on the test almost every day. Jessica took her phone from her pocket and turned the camera on and took a selfie.

Kevin shook his head and rolled his eyes. He knew who is next target would be. And thanks to her distracted nature, he'd been able to slip her one of his pills just last week.

Jessica Thompson, you realize you forgot to put on make-up today, and you must put on as much as possible as quickly as possible. Every time you look in a mirror or go to take a selfie today, you will think you forgot to put make up on and will put it on as fast as possible. If any girl criticizes your makeup today, you know she's being a jealous bitch. Only when you get ready for bed tonight, will you realize how much makeup your wearing and feel like a complete idiot.

Jessica looked at her phone. It was still in camera mode with the camera facing her so she could see herself. "What the hell?" She thought. "I forgot to put on make up?!" She got her purse out and quickly started applying her make up. For some reason she decided to go extra heavy on the make up today and put on some extra blush and eye shadow and went heavy on the eyeliner.

Kevin smiled as Jessica put on a thick layer of make up over her original layer, making her look worse than a west Texas truck stop hooker. He wondered if Olivia had been kicked out of class yet, but he was interrupted by Professor Henry entering. She wore a pair of navy slacks that were a bit tight and showed panty lines. Her blouse was a dull beige with only the top button undone, and her hair was once again in a messy bun.