“Just a little squirt. You’ll be conscious but not tempted to do anything silly.”
Roger helplessly lies in his bonds. A uniformed Miss Margie holds a spray bottle to his air hole as her free hand pinches closed his nostrils. In remaining gagged, as always, Miss Margie knows that Roger must inhale through his breathing hole for his mouth. Thus, the minor whiff of Fentanyl is well inhaled, offering an instant stupor that will facilitate travel.
“Your first trip outside the house,” Miss Margie gleefully coos like a mother to expectant child.
There comes the tear of the velcro of the Posey cuffs. A groggy Roger moves to arise then stand. Heels in place, he requires assistance... an easy task for the formidable strength of Miss Margie.
As added precaution, Miss Margie takes the time to add
