Everything according to plan
From Torg Adventure
You are so nervous, you go to the store and buy some two-liter bottles of soda. Then, you start cleaning the house and the lab. You finally look up at the lab clock and see it's after eleven o'clock. You head upstairs with a vial of the formula in your pocket.
You walk into the family room where the television is. Kati and Rachel are sitting on the couch, watching the Hollywood news. "Hey, girls. How's soccer, Rachel?"
"It's great, Mr. Jackson. We're second in the division. How's the chemicals?" Rachel is wearing a long black tee shirt, her luscious tomatoes making mounds in the material.
"Oh, same old, same old. Hey, Kati, could you help me in the kitchen for just a minute?"
"Sure, Daddy." Kati gets up from the couch and walks with you into the kitchen.
"Could you pour some soda for you and Rachel? I just bought some while you were gone."
"Sure." She gets glasses and ice, then opens the Coke and pours two glasses.
You look into the family room and see Rachel still sitting on the sofa. You say to Kati, "Afganistan Banana Stand." Kati assumes the submissive, eyes-down pose.
"Yes, Master."
"Here is a vial of the formula. Put it into Rachel's drink." You hand her the bottle. She takes it and opens the lid, pouring the contents into one of the sodas. "Make sure Rachel gets the soda you put the formula into. Then she'll be my slave like you are."
"Yes, Master. I can hardly wait to see what fun you will have with us."
"All clear, Diego."
Her face resumes it's happy composure and she walks into the other room. You watch from the kitchen to make sure she gives the right glass to the neighbor girl. She performs flawlessly. An upwelling of pride fills your heart. You gaze into the other room until you see Rachel take a few sips of the soda. You finally relax and take a drink yourself.
What happens now?
