It was now 7 am, Sunday morning. It was also time to test hardcore his concoction. He twisted a little valve that hardcore caused some of the Syrup to ooze into a glass. He just put in a little hardcore, just enough toons to turn the milk brown. He poured cold milk enter into the glass, reflexively ducking as toons the first hardcoretoons splash hit the syrup hardcore. When there was no explosion, he filled the glass up all hardcore the way and stirred it, then caught himself about to lick the spoon. He hardcore was going to have hardcoretoons to kick THAT habit. He hardcore put some more of hardcoretoons the Syrup into a hardcore Dixie hardcore cup, and hardcoretoons he put some real chocolate syrup into a second Dixie cup. He toons made two sandwiches hardcore, and made himself a real cup of chocolate milk. All of this he put on hardcoretoons a tray, which hardcore he brought into the attic, where hardcore he had caged up a feisty homeless girl. If this worked, he might keep hardcore the girl.
"Hi there." he called. She snarled. Over hardcore her enter years of hardcore hard living, she'd hardcore had toons to become fast and fierce and hardcoretoons tough just to survive. He had to admit to a grudging admiration of her ferocity. She would make for a great lover if she retained any of that ferocity hardcoretoons while under hardcoretoons the control hardcore of the Syrup.
"I'm sorry you feel that way." he said. He set the tray on an overturned box, then hardcore picked up hardcore the two Dixie cups.
"Sure, Kyle." she replied. He set his tray down on the table, and sat down right across from the girl hardcore of his dreams. He already had a hard-on hardcore from thinking about her all day. She was a great girl hardcore, and hardcore soon hardcore she would be hardcore completely his. He kept himself hardcore from staring at her wonderous body only with the greatest of self-control. Self-consciously, he popped the top on enter his Yoo enter-Hoo , and she did the same. They raised toons their bottles "to our special friendship," and they started their meal. She was only halfway hardcoretoons finished with the meal when she finished the drink. Just like Cathy, Lauren tried hardcoretoons her best to hardcoretoons extract as much of the Syrup as she could. Kyle finished hardcore his meal before he stopped her. He caught the bottle inches above the table. He struck up a hardcore conversation with her, and waited until the Syrup had fully worked its way hardcore into her system.
"Stand up, Lauren." he told her. She complied. "Now follow me." She followed him around as he made his way to the parking lot. She followed him to the car hardcoretoons, and he buckled her seatbelt. The parking lot monitors were toons busily hardcore trying to extract the last bits of Syrup from the bottles. As he drove hardcore, he administered commands and posthypnotic suggestions to Lauren, while she stared blankly ahead, accepting all his suggestions without question.
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