Poison Part 8— It’s just one little pill.

It was delightful to observe Blair as he sat stiffly in the chair, a tear running down his cheek. What lovely little breasts he had. And the softness in his face. It was delightful.

I told him to pull himself together. He was bleating on about how he was worried the pills were effecting him. I found it encouraging that even he was noticing the difference.