by Betsy Anne
What Rohypnol Looks and Feels Like:
Rohypnol is similar to Valium but about ten times as strong. In Europe and South America, it is a prescription drug used as a preanesthetic agent and as a potent sedative.
Rohypnol comes as a small pill that can be dropped into the drink of an unsuspecting victim. The pill can dissolve in either alcoholic or non-alcoholic drinks, and the drug is odorless and tasteless.
Initially, Rohypnol causes muscle relaxation, dizziness, and headaches, slows psychomotor responses, and lowers inhibitions. Victims may have difficulty moving or speaking. Victims often remember the effects of the drug as a feeling of being "drunk." Rohypnol takes 20-30 minutes to take effect.
Rohypnol has a synergistic effect with alcohol. When taken with alcohol, Rophypnol can cause severe disorientation and a loss of memory. These memory blackouts are typically eight to twelve hours long. The victim may or may not appear "awake" during this time.
Victims often feel nauseated the day after they have received Rohypnol.
She had come prepared. She came knowing she would see me, knowing she could play on my sympathy, and even planned her act to make sure my friends would see us together. She played it well. She left me with no choice but to call her and find out what this was about. Thankfully, she didn’t bother to block her number when sending the pictures. That would look too suspicious. She needed us to look like mutually consenting adults.
She even captioned some of the photos: Your dick tastes so good in my mouth, baby, it always does. You like my pussy bald, baby, I know it. That’s why I do it, just for you. Anyone stumbling across these pictures would think we were having a torrid affair. How many men a day deny the pictures on their phones sent from mistresses? It’s almost cliché. My hand was shaking, it was either nerves or the drug was still in my system, as I dialed her number. She answered on the first ring as if she’d been up waiting all morning.
“Hey, sweetheart. Just checking your phone now? I thought you would enjoy a personal photo album of us. You were amazing last night,” She said, with a laugh in her throat.
“What do you want?” I asked as calmly as I could.
“Well, now, Jason, you’re smart. It’s obvious, right? What I want, is you!”
I didn’t understand. Maybe I’m not that smart after all.
“Sweetheart, we belong together, you know that. The more you push me away tells me how much you struggle with your feelings. I know you don’t want to hurt your little family, but trust me, in time everyone will be happier. You shouldn’t stay with her when you’re fantasizing about me when you fuck.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been struck so speechless. I may not be a big talker, but I felt like the words wouldn’t even form in my mouth. I had to force something to come out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, or who you think you’re talking to, but if I want to be with someone, she doesn’t have to drug me. I’m going to the cops, right now.”
She laughed. “Really, dear? Well, I have a number of friends who got pictures of you last night with your tongue down my throat, and your hand up my skirt. You really think the cops are going to believe you? By the way, Katie looks adorable this morning.”
She hung up. My heart sank. I hit redial as fast as I can, and she answered quickly.
“Now, don’t you feel silly, threatening me with the police? You live in a beautiful home, with lovely kids. I see you’ve added a new plant on the front porch. Follow your heart, Jason. Make it easy for all of us.”
She hung up again, and she wouldn’t pick up anymore. I yanked the jump drive out of my computer, shut it down and flew out the door. I raced to my car and jumped in like a NASCAR driver. I made record time speeding home. I pulled onto my street and saw nothing: no car, no person, no one. It was a typical quiet Sunday morning in suburbia. I parked in our driveway and went inside. Katie was sitting at the table, and the kids were watching cartoons.
“Boy, if I had to wait for you to bring me my coffee, it would get ugly around here!” She smiled and showed me her cup. She’d made breakfast and a fresh pot. I kissed her passionately as the kids laughed at us.
“Jeez, Jason, why are sweating? Did you go for a workout?”
“No, but I’m about to.”
She was on board.
“Grace, Zach: Dad and I are going to chat for a while. Go play.”
I practically pulled her arm out of it’s socket to get her upstairs. I felt an overwhelming need to protect her, to shield her from everything in the world. I needed to process this and figure out what to do. I can’t lose her, but I also can’t live with myself if I caused her heartbreak.
I kissed her as we both shut the door behind us. The stark realization hit me that the woman had put her body on me. I hadn't even looked at myself to see if she’d left any marks. I needed to clean myself, and I took Katie with me. I couldn’t break contact with her lips; if I did, I knew I’d start to cry.
We were walking together, joined at the lips headed for the shower. Katie was giggling. God, what that does to me, because we probably looked silly. I was scared to death. What if there were marks on my body, what would I say to her? I reached in to start the shower, and Katie took the opportunity to go to the toilet.
“I’ll be right there! Sound of running water, you know!” She was still laughing. I needed that sound right then more than anything. I quickly disrobed to check myself out. I didn’t see anything in the front; I looked in our large angled mirror and didn’t see anything on my back. Thank God. I got in the shower to scrub the poison of that woman off of me. The water acted to wash the sinister feelings away. My beautiful wife stepped into the water stream and I hugged her close. She was still in such a good mood. She playfully grabbed my butt and squeezed.
“This is my favorite,” she said slowly, circling my ass with her soapy hands. I returned the favor by lathering up and massaging her breasts. Her beautiful breasts, her delicious nipples were calling me. I knelt down and latched onto one with force. She gasped, and our lovemaking turned serious. I slid my mouth across her soapy skin as I gave both nipples equal time. They hardened with each suck, and I could feel them rise against my tongue. My dick was rock hard. I love this woman with all my soul, and making love to her is the easiest way to show it when words just aren't enough.
She was moaning loudly. I reached down between her legs and I could feel how slick she was even with the warm water pounding on us. Her body responds to mine perfectly. I leaned back to sit on the tile seat and she straddled me. She reached down to grab me, and she gently slipped me inside her.
She was warmer than the water in the shower, and it felt like I was home. Not in a house, but in my home. Her soul and my soul, together. We sat still in that position. I felt her squeeze me rhythmically and slowly. It took all the strength I had not to explode. I needed it to last. Hours, days, months and years. I didn’t want to face the world. I just wanted that feeling to never end. I suckled her neck, right in my favorite nook, all the way to her ear.
I moaned in her ear and whispered, “I love you, Katie. I won’t let anything hurt you, you know that, right?”
She gave me a quizzical look. “Of course I do, why sound so serious?”
I shook my head, and continued up to her mouth. My tongue explored her soft lips; I playfully teased them to open. I bit her lower lip and her eyes rolled back. She loves that. I searched her mouth for the tip of her tongue, and she offered it to me. We barely touched tip-to-tip, small, soft circles while she continued her internal massage of my dick. I was so warm and content, but the fire was too hot. I forced my tongue into her mouth and opened it as far as I could. I wanted to consume her. Goddamn, she tasted good. I kissed and licked and suckled like a starving man, while my hands were squeezing her ass. I pulled her up and down my length while she squeezed hard. That was my undoing.
I came harder than I ever have in my life. I felt like I was tapping energy in my body from an unknown source. She squeezed he
rself once more and I felt her spasm with deep orgasm. She was squeezing my cock trying to make her orgasm last. She smiled her sweet smile at me, and I could feel a tear form in my eye. She kissed it away, and looked at me deeply.
“Me too, honey, me too.”
* * *
The memory of making love to Katie that day brings a tear to my eye. I look into the psycho’s eyes while she’s flirting with Wells. She practically raped me, she’s stalking me, and I know she’s been watching my family. I can’t sit here for one more minute. I’m fairly certain I’d get arrested for strangling her in the concourse of an airport. I abruptly stand up.
“I’m headed to the gate. I’ve got work to do on my laptop.”
I get the check and notice that they put her drinks on my tab. Even the fucking waitress thinks we’re together. I pay the bill and go to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water. Calm down, man, you don’t want her to see you weak. I head back to the table to grab my bag, and she and her lackey are gone. I notice she scribbled something on the receipt: “I really need to talk to you. Lunch? On me.” Is she fucking kidding me? I’m not taking any chances. I may need a sample of her writing in case she starts sending me letters now too. I shove it into my wallet. Jesus Christ, I don’t know how to handle this.
I thought it was over, that she was gone. I changed my number again after the nightmare evening with her, and I rehired the private detective to keep a watch on her. She’s a slippery one. Dr. Wells looks ashamed of his actions.
“She’s a real spitfire, that one, huh?” he asks blushing.
She had even gotten to my friend and colleague.
Chapter 37
Katie
My heart is racing a million beats a minute. Melanie screaming is what I call a rude wake-up. I must have passed out on the couch due to the fatigue accumulated over the last couple of days. As startled as I am, I feel different, refreshed and coherent. I hear Melanie and Colleen talking; Colleen seems to be scolding Mel for waking me up.
“It’s OK. I needed to get up anyway. What’s the big revelation?”
I pull my hair back into a ponytail using the hair tie on my wrist. I kneel down beside them as they look at me cautiously like a small child you don’t want to frighten.
“I’m so sorry for screaming, Hon, but this shit is crazy,” Melanie says in her best southern drawl. It makes me smile in the midst of all the craziness.
“OK, show me. I’m ready for it.”
“Well, this Cynthia,” Melanie says, like her name is poison, “is a real piece of work. She’s been after Jason for quite a while. The oldest phone we found with anything on it was from Northwestern. From what we can tell, she must have been in one of his classes or labs, and she felt the need to send him naked pictures of herself. And, it seems, over the last few years she’s been getting his new numbers and starting back up. She tried to conceal herself in the beginning, but she got braver. She must have known that Jason would just ignore her. Girl, she’s been stalking him, bad. Poor Jason has to be scared to death that she might come after you or the kids.”
I’m floored. I knew it! I knew deep in my heart that Jason would never cheat on me. My elation is ebbed by the knowledge that there are some missing answers. Why was she coming out of his office the other day? Why hasn’t he turned her in? Why is he keeping these pictures, and what if the kids had found them? I’m relieved, but guarded. I need him to tell me the answers. Melanie and Colleen see the look on my face, because Melanie grabs my hand and pulls me close. “He’s not cheating on you. He’s trying to protect you, that’s probably why these are all still here. Evidence.”
“If that’s true, then why wouldn’t he come to me about it?”
They’re both thinking, I can tell. Colleen pipes up first. “Think about it Kat. If this started when he was in his doctorate program, which is what it looks like, you were pregnant. The two of you had so much going on during that time that I’m sure he didn’t want to worry you. How many hot-to-trot co-eds do the same thing to their professors? This one just happened to be the most gorgeous and most faithful. Probably pissed her off to no end thinking that she couldn’t entice him. He did the smart thing by letting it lie and ignoring her. Unfortunately, that only seemed to fuel the fire.” Colleen says that last line like a whisper to herself. She hesitates for a moment, then starts again. “She’s getting careless, and hoping that he’ll break. That’s probably why she looked like she’d seen a ghost when she saw you.”
“That may all be true, but why was she coming out of his office yesterday? Why did she run into him at the airport, and he sat with her, being friendly? That’s not Jason. He wears his emotions on his sleeve. He could never sit with someone like her and fake it.”
We’re all silent, and confused. No one has the answers but him.
Chapter 38
Katie
Melanie has the idea to do a quick Google search for this woman. Maybe we can glean information about her background. Keep your enemies close. We know her last name is Berry, from her nametag. There can’t be that many judges in Boston with that name. Sure enough, a couple of clicks and dozens of photos pop up. At first, they’re mostly of her father and mother. Campaign events, cocktail parties, and fundraisers. After those, the family photos appear. There she is, that little bitch: Plenty of photos of our socialite, little Miss Berry.
She looks like the typical, overindulged brat that politicians’ children often appear to be. She has a sneer on her face in just about every photo. She doesn't have any siblings; it’s just her and her parents in these pictures. There’s one image in particular that catches my eye. It looks like a paparazzi photo of her juxtaposed with a picture of an older man and his wife. The caption reads: Appellate Court Judge Henry Banks caught fondling the fifteen-year-old daughter of fellow judge, Walter Berry. This girl has been around. I click on the page and a gossip site opens the full story: Judge Henry Banks, sixty-four, was photographed inside the Jewels in a compromising position with the young Miss Berry. She seemed to be enjoying herself. This tongue-in-cheek website had a photo of them with the story. It was blurry, but it was obviously her pretending to enjoy being ravaged by some old guy. Probably just to piss off mommy and daddy.
The story continued: This scandal has managed to stay under the radar, even from the local police, and swept under the rug. Anyone else caught with their hand in the underage cookie jar would surely be behind bars. Her influential father must have made that one disappear, and fast. That was the only website that mentioned it. Unbelievable what a little power can do.
Colleen and Melanie are oohing and aahing behind me as we all read the screen. I turn to look at both of them.
“OK, so we’ve confirmed she’s a nympho, what now? How do we use this information to our advantage? She doesn't care about reputation, obviously, and she seems to have nothing to lose.”
Colleen thinks for a moment, and then speaks. “Everyone has something to lose, we just have to figure out what her something is. Seems like her parents are still bankrolling her to keep her away, and she can probably blackmail most of the men she works with so her job is safe. Just about the only thing she seems to give a shit about is Jason, or, I should say, conquering Jason.”
It’s time. I must see him.
Chapter 39
Jason
I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t stay at home, because I can’t look into Katie’s eyes right now. She can read me like a book. I lied about having to catch up on work. I’m wandering around the weight room, and I’m startled by the sound of the back door opening. I come out, and Wanda, our bookkeeper, and I both jump.
“Oh my God, Dr. Weber! I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was here.” She is shaking like a leaf.
“It’s OK Wanda, I was just catching up on some things. Why are you here?”
“I was coming to grab some insurance claims that I was going to go over this weekend. I realized I left them here yesterday, and wanted to get them done.�
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She walks over to the front desk, and picks up a large file.
“By the way, did Susanna tell you that you had a visitor yesterday? It was right after lunch when you were out of the office. Some really pretty woman was snooping around the front desk looking at the personal phone numbers that Susanna has posted on the wall. She said she had an appointment with you, but then turned around and left. I guess maybe she wanted to contact you herself. We didn’t get her name, I’m sorry. Were you able to reschedule?”
Well, that explains how she got my number this time. Fuck. What a crafty bitch. She must have seen that my car wasn't here.
“No. No I wasn’t. Tell Susanna to take that down on Monday, and keep our numbers in her cellphone. I don’t like the idea of strangers seeing that.”
I storm out, and go into my office. Thankfully, I have a couch in here, and I lie down. I’m fast asleep when I’m startled again by the sound of the backdoor again. Jesus, you would think I’d be able to rest in my closed office. I look at my watch; I’ve been sleeping for more than an hour. I get up to go see what Wanda needs now, but I’m met at the office door by her.
Chapter 40
Katie
I’m frozen in my tracks, and I don’t know what’s happening. I walk over to grab my keys to head to Jason’s office, and I’m paralyzed. Melanie and Colleen are staring at me, waiting for me to speak.
“Something’s wrong with Jason. He’s in danger, I can feel it.”
If I had said, “I’m about to have an alien’s baby,” I don’t think I could have gotten a stranger look.
“What? What are you talking about?” Colleen comes over to me and shakes me gently. “I need some explanation, Kat. You’re not making any sense.”