<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Well yes how rude of you to ignore the fact that I had been walking for hours , and might possibly be thirsty? How rudeâ€¦" </span></span>The girl's angry tone told him the ploy had worked. His effort of displaying the bottle had worked to make her want it enough that she didn't pause to wonder if drinking it would be wise...<br/><br/>His eyes were more eager than they perhaps should be as he watched her gulp at the water greedily. The drug was potent, and incredibly fast. Right away, he saw her visibly sway as her system was flooded with the drug.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Byâ€¦..the---"</span></span>she tried to say something, but trailed off, causing him to smirk in satisfaction. He was enthralled by the rush of excitement he felt. It had truly been too long. He had deprived himself for so long... he deserved a chance to treat himself.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Dooâ€¦you have any aspirin?"</span></span>She blinked over at him, blearily, eyes nearly crossed, and he was forced to expend a great deal of concentration on arranging his features into a look of concern.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to answer, he looked back at the road and noticed a sign notifying him that he would soon approach a city exit that would certainly be a good place to follow through with his promise. He needed to distract her, quickly.<br/><br/>This time, when he spoke, he used every bit of skill he possessed, every ounce of charm, charging his voice with all the passion and allure he could muster. "Are you alright, pretty?" he purred, "You look... flushed. Perhaps it is the heat... Heat can have a... rather drastic effect on the body, wouldn't you say?"<br/><br/>He tried his best to look at her with eyes full of the heat he spoke of, then continued, "Try leaning your chair back, rest your head... perhaps that will help ease the pain.... that's right... just relax. Now... how does it feel if I turn up the air? Feel good?"<br/><br/>He continued to coo at her without waiting for an answer, struggling to keep what little attention she had left on himself, and not the road.<br/><br/>A low voice issued from the back seat, throaty and full of heat, "Damn..." Bradley hissed, "Wouldja look at that... I don't know how you stand it. She's practically unconscious, man.... you could take her, right here. There's no one around. And she's hardly going to put up a fuss..."<br/><br/>Jared cleared his throat, resisting the urge to snap angrily at Bradley, but the simple noise seemed enough to silence him. That, or it was the death-look that he gave through the rear-view mirror. Swallowing his lust, Jared looked over at the girl, noting how her posture was beginning to slack and the glazed look in her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Perfect,</span>he thought to himself,<span style="font-style: italic">Absolutely perfect... I hate when they just pass out... So much more fun to talk to them... get to know them when they're nice and limp... no inhibitions.</span><br/><br/><br/>His hands gripped the wheel in his excitement as he smoothely rode past the exit, then merged into the inside lane, preparing for the junction that would allow him to change courses and head north.