Try one pill on Lisa.

"Hey. Steve," called the pretty teenager from upstairs, "you want a coffee?"

"Uh... yeah... Its okay, I'll make it," Steve finally responded, and palming one of the bottles he clattered up the steps.

"Oh, okay," replied Lisa, "I've got some stuff to sort through in the back room anyhow."

Steve's heart was beating wildly as he entered the kitchen. Was he really going to do this? 'You've just found an untested formula in the junk of an old man's basement, he reasoned with himself, 'are you really going to test it out on this sweet young student? In the hope that she'll... what? Become your sex ****? What if the pills kill her?'

But one pill couldn't do any harm could it? And its only a variation on some other formula, so it couldn't be lethal could it?

Steve made the coffees and then, with hands trembling, he attempted to tap one pill onto the palm of his hand. Three fell out. He looked at them. 3 pills. 24 hours.

Reluctantly, Steve put two of them back. The third he crumbled into Lisa's coffee.

"Hi, Steve, how's it going?" Steve nearly jumped out of his skin as Lisa walked in.

"Oh sorry," the student continued, "did I scare you?"

"Uh... N-no," Steve stumbled out. "Here's your... coffee."

"Thanks. Say, what are those little red pills? Did they come from grandpa's basement?"

"Uh... No! Headache. They're my headache tablets," Steve gasped out, grasping at the bottle.

"Funny," mused the student, "they don't look like any brand that I know of."

'Shit', thought Steve, remembering too late that the gorgeous girl was a Chemistry major.

"Uh... They're special pills, Steve lied. "My doctor said they were for headaches, but I think there was some other stuff there too. I don't like to talk about it."

"Oh, okay," Lisa responded and took a swig of coffee.

As Lisa drank and they made stilted small talk, Steve searched in vain for signs that the pill was taking effect. He saw none. Fortunately he also saw no ill effects... yet.

Steve needed a test. Something to show that Lisa was in his power, without showing his hand too early if she wasn't.

"Um, could you fetch me a tin of beans from the cupboard?" he finally asked.

"Okay," she smiled brightly and got them. "What do you want these for?"

Too late Steve realised that was no test at all. She probably would have gotten the damn beans anyway. He needed something a bit less reasonable. surreptitiously, he undid one of his shoe laces.

"Oh... er... nothing. Um... hey, my lace is undone," Steve suddenly exclaimed, "I don't suppose you could do it up for me could you?"

"Oh, sure thing," Lisa replied perkily and knelt down to do just that. As her head drew level with his crotch, Steve bit back the urge to say, 'while you're down there...'. Maybe she was under the **** influence, or maybe she was just a perky good-natured teenager doing what came naturally. Steve racked his brain for a test that would be conclusive but wouldn't get his face slapped if she wasn't ****.