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CHAPTER FIVE
When we got back home, both Mom and Randy were in the house - and Randy
was with a few of his classmates, including one girl who was dressed
strikingly similar to me, in short-shorts and a tank top, only hers were
all pink. She was clearly a very girly-girl.
I didn't want to be seen by any of them, especially not dressed the way I
was. So I quickly ran to my room and closed the door, after motioning to
Roger to follow me. I waited for him to come, but he took his time. When
he finally did slip into my room I was in the middle of changing my
clothes. I THOUGHT I'd locked my door, but apparently hadn't. Luckily, I'd
already changed my pants - into the long girls'-style jeans; I was in the
middle of changing my shirt, and when he walked in my shirt was off and I
was standing with my back to the door wearing only my sports-bra. I
quickly pulled my sweatshirt over my head and turned to talk to him.
I told him that I didn't want to be around Randy and his friends,
especially not the girl, but that I didn't want to stay in my room alone,
either. Unfortunately, he said that he had some schoolwork and emails to
do, and he was going to do them in the living room near my other brother,
since they were watching a TV show he was interested in. I said I'd stay
in my room, then, and he said that he'd come back and visit me in my room
as soon as possible.
It took him quite a while to come back, though, and I was bored. I tried
lying on my bed with the lights off, but I couldn't get to sleep. The
carrot hadn't worn off yet. I even considered SMSing Roger and asking him
to bring in some ginger, or speed-running to the kitchen to get some
myself, but decided I shouldn't get too used to that and shouldn't rely on
it, and should instead try to stick it out. I turned my light back on and
tried to read various books, but none of them, not even my former
favourites, could hold my interest. When Roger finally came into my room,
it was only to tell me that mom had ordered in pizza for all of them, and
to see if I wanted to come out and be with them. But I didn't want to be
seen by Randy's friends as a 'girl', and I explained that to Roger. But I
also told him how lonely and bored I was getting. He didn't know what to
suggest. And finally I gave in to my weakness, and asked him to bring me a
very small piece of ginger. "But small enough that it will only keep me
asleep until you're done with your pizza and can hang out with me - no
more," I said.
He went to the kitchen and came back with a large uncut piece of ginger
and a knife. "I'll give you half a centimetre," he said. "That will keep
you out for only an hour. If I see that I'm going to be longer, do you
want me to give you more before you fully wake up - to keep you asleep
until I'm ready for you?"
We agreed that he would set a timer on his watch so that he'd come back
just before the ginger wore off, and that he could 're-drug' me a maximum
of only two times, and only for an hour each time, meaning that the most
I'd be 'out' would be three hours.
"I'll swallow it myself," I said, holding out my hand to take the piece of
ginger.
Just before I put it in my mouth he said, "You know, I've spent a lot of
time with you today, and I have lots of catching up to do. Maybe we should
make it a maximum of four hours instead of three. That way for sure I'll
be able to spend good time with you when I'm done. And hopefully I'll be
done earlier and won't need to keep you out for the maximum four hours."
I consented to that.
I was sitting upright on the edge of my bed, about to put the ginger in my
mouth, knowing that it only took a few seconds to take effect. I was going
to reposition myself so that I was lying down comfortably before putting
it in my mouth, but Roger sat down on the bed beside me and put his hands
on my shoulders, clearly intending to 'catch' me when I lost consciousness
and lay me down for me. I decided not to make an issue of it and to let
him do that. I lifted the ginger towards my mouth, and hesitated for a
moment. I considered talking to him and making clear the conditions about
what he was and wasn't allowed to do to me while I was unconscious, while
another part of me felt somewhat excited about leaving that a mystery.
Roger saw my hesitation and said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine." Then,
putting one hand against the back of my neck to steady me, he took the
piece of ginger out of my fingers and brought it to my mouth, pressing it
to my lips. He pushed it inside, and kept his fingers against my lips,
holding them closed. "Swallow!" he whispered the command in my ear. And I
obeyed, and lost consciousness while still sitting up, with his hands on
my shoulders supporting me.
I can remember him 're-drugging' me twice that time, though it's possible
he did it more times I suppose. The two times I remember, I'd begun to
wake up and was moving slightly, but hadn't even managed to open my eyes
yet, when he slipped a small piece of ginger into my mouth, held my lips
shut, whispered the command 'Swallow' into my ears and then, seeing that I
had, said "Good girl" and stroked my head for the few seconds before the
ginger overcame me again. The second time that happened I remember
thinking that once I woke up, when I was able to speak, I would ask him to
stop saying 'good girl' to me.
The next time I began to wake up, I managed to open my eyes and get a
quick glimpse of where I was - I was in HIS bedroom, not my own, lying on
the floor. I wasn't yet able to speak as the ginger hadn't totally worn
off, when Roger knelt down beside me and said, "Sorry, but I need just a
little more time. Once more, okay?"
I tried to say 'no'. I felt a little confused. I wasn't sure how many
times I'd been 'knocked out' already. I wanted to check a clock and see
how long I'd been out. Even if he wasn't ready to spend time with me yet,
I thought I could just wait for him, awake, or just do something on my own
without him. But I wasn't able to talk yet. I tried to moan, but couldn't
get a sound out yet. I tried to shake my head, but could barely move.
"Thanks for understanding," he said to me, somehow interpreting my
behaviour as consent. He gently pried my lips apart with his fingers, and
stuck a piece of ginger into my mouth. It felt slightly bigger than the
pieces he'd given me before. When the ginger was in my mouth and he was
once again pinching my lips together with his fingers, he again whispered
the command 'Swallow!' into my ear, and I felt I wasn't capable of
anything but obeying. I swallowed it and closed my eyes. I felt him
stroking the top of my head, my stomach, and my legs a bit until the
ginger quickly overpowered me and I was out cold once more.
The next time I began to wake up, he waited for me to wake up completely,
which took a few minutes. I was laid out on the coffee table in our living
room, on my back, and he was standing beside the table, behind my head,
looking down at me. The lights in the living room were on, but the house
sounded completely silent. I could hear a number of people sleeping in
different places in the house.
He held his fingers to my mouth and cautioned me to keep quiet so as not
to wake the others. I wondered what time it was. Then he showed me a
carrot, and asked if I'd like to eat one so that I wouldn't fall asleep by
mistake, as the house was mostly pretty dark. I nodded. I attempted to
take the carrot from him but my arm was still slightly weak from the
ginger, and he tipped my head back and pushed the carrot down my throat
for me. A short while later I finally did regain complete strength, and
sat up. I noticed with satisfaction that I was still wearing the same
clothes as before, and that my shirt and pant legs were pulled down all
the way, covering me properly.
"There's some stuff I should tell you. Why don't we step outside to talk?"
he suggested. "Randy and two of his friends - just boys - are sleeping in
the den over there, and Mom is asleep upstairs. We don't want to wake any
of them." I nodded approval and stood up to follow him. "It's a little
chilly, do you need to put something on your feet at least?" he whispered.
I shook my head 'no'; I was much more comfortable barefoot. As silently as
possible, he slid open our sliding door, and we both stepped outside. Then
he closed the door behind us.
We walked to the bench at the far side of our backyard and sat down side
by side.
"How late is it?" I asked in a whisper, wondering just how long he'd kept
me unconscious this time.
"I don't know, I'm not wearing my watch. Late," he said.
There were a few moments of silence. Then he said, "I overheard Mom
talking on the phone. She was talking to her brother, Tom. We're going to
have to go visit him about a week from now. Uncle Richard got engaged, and
he's bringing the girl to America to meet the family. He'll be staying
with Tom, who's going to be making a big engagement party for all their
friends and extended family. And we're all going to have to go."
"That's horrible!" I said. "There's no way I want to go! They don't know
about me. Tom's wife, and all the girls in her family, are so... 'girly'!
I don't want to be around them. I don't want them all treating me like
that."
"I know. And at first, when Mom started talking about this, I thought
maybe you'd just stay here alone. Or maybe I'd even find some excuse to
stay here with you. Truth be told, I never liked Tom much. Or Richard, for
that matter, though I like Tom less. But it's not going to be that simple.
"Mom told Tom about you. Well, she told him SOMETHING, a made-up story
about you. She said that you're a distant cousin from Dad's side, and that
you came to live with us recently because your parents died in an
accident, and since Dad's family was really small, we were all you really
had, so Mom was seriously considering adopting you permanently. That's
what she told him.
"I was in the room while she was talking on the phone with him, and she
covered the phone receiver and asked me, in a whisper, if you'd picked a
name yet. So I told her 'Jasmine'. And she told Tom that that was your
name. And that you had the same last name as us, since you were from Dad's
family."
"That's horrible!" I said, thinking that I'd never gotten the chance to
explain to Roger that I hadn't really picked 'Jasmine', it was only a name
I'd temporarily picked when I was caught off guard. And now looked like I
might be stuck with it.
Roger continued. "So, of course, Tom told Mom that you had to come with
us. And, bear in mind that I only heard Mom's side of the conversation, so
I might be getting this wrong, but I think Tom told Mom that he was going
to send her some money so that she could buy you a fancy dress for the
engagement party."
"No!" I practically screamed.
"Shhh! You'll wake all the neighbours!" he chastised me.
"I'm not going! And I'm definitely not wearing a dress! Oh, this is
horrible!"
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I told Mom, after she got off the phone, that
you'd be upset by all this, and she said that she was sorry, too, that she
hadn't intended on doing it this way, but that in any case there was no
way you'd be able to stay hiding at home forever - eventually you'd have
to come out, so perhaps 'forcing' you in this way would be a good thing."
"No!" I said. And then I started to cry. I was so embarrassed to be crying
in front of him. Roger responded by putting his arm around me, and hugging
me into his side. I let him hold me, finding it comforting.
"I'm sure we can figure SOMETHING out," he said. "The one thing she's
right about is that you can't just stay in hiding forever. But the way she
went about this was wrong."
I felt so confused and worried. I didn't know what to do or think. I
continued crying.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll help you figure something out." But I kept
sniffling. Then he said, "You know, it's really late and I actually have
to go to school tomorrow for a few hours. I need some sleep. But when I
get back from school, you and I can do some fun things together - whatever
you want. And after that, once we've had some time to sit with this for a
while, you and I can come up with a plan for this 'Tom' thing. If need be,
we'll just insist on staying hom, and I'll stay with you, even if that
creates big problems in the family for Mom, okay? But let's not make any
decisions yet.
"You're upset, and justifiably so. And I'll be in trouble if I don't get
some sleep. Let me give you some more ginger. I know you don't want to
make a habit of it, and you shouldn't rely on it too much. But let's do it
once more now. I'll take you up to my room and keep you safe. Tomorrow,
after school, we'll have fun together. Perhaps you'll feel a little better
after you've rested."
I didn't think I should be 'drugged' yet again, but couldn't think of
something else to do instead. So I said, "OK. How much?"
"Leave that up to me," he said. "Just wait here. I'll go get it." And he
slipped inside the house. I started crying again, really upset with Mom
and worried about the 'Tom' issue.
He came back outside holding the ginger in his hand, hiding from me just
how much was there. He sat down beside me and hugged me, and kissed me on
the top of my head.
I thought, for a moment, about how I had no idea just how much ginger he
was about to give me. I thought about how he was planning on 'drugging' me
outside, and carrying me to his bedroom unconscious. And again, not a word
was spoken about what he would or wouldn't do while I was 'out'. But I was
so upset about the other stuff that I didn't really care that much at that
point, and perhaps I found the uncertainty and lack of control and
decision-making somewhat comforting.
I did say, "But please take me to MY room when I'm asleep, not yours. It's
better for me to sleep in my own bed."
But he shook his head and responded, "No, you'll be safer closer to me,
where I can keep an eye on you and protect you." I was about to disagree,
and he touched my lips with his fingers, to keep me quiet. And I obeyed.
He didn't say another word. He held me tight against him, in a nice big-
brotherly hug, and then began the motions which I knew would result in my
unconsciousness within seconds. He put his hand to my face and gently
closed my eyelids so that I wouldn't see how much ginger he was giving me.
I left my eyes closed. Then he gently tilted my head back. And then he
pulled my mouth open, tracing my lips with his fingers. Then I felt him
press the piece of ginger against the opening of my throat, and begin to
slide it in. I just let him. I had absolutely no idea how much he'd given
me, but it felt like a lot. In fact, I think I began to lose control even
before he'd slid the entire piece of ginger inside me. In the last moments
before I lost consciousness completely I felt him lift me up onto his lap
and cradle me in his arms.
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