Ruth Page's teenage years were a disaster, she felt as if god tried to see if he could make the worse case for a teen girl when he made her. Not fat but chubby with little spare tires up and down her body that no clothes seem to hide. While the rest of her was large her breasts never even grew into a size B. Her myopia was so bad she even wore glasses in the bath and somehow her mother always managed to find the ugliest frames available. Add her mousy brown curly hair that was always out of her control plus a worse than normal case of acne and you can see why she was never asked to the proms.
One thing about Ruthie was she had above average intelligence and a rational of accepting her lot in life. With no friends and nothing to do socially, she spent her time on schoolwork. She excelled enough to get a scholarship to a good university, and graduated with honors with a degree in chemistry. She was recruited by a big drug company, and started working right after school.
She was in the company cafeteria, eating by herself as usual one day when she overheard the table next to her. One girl was telling the other that she thought she had been date raped. She met a man at a bar and she remembered feeling woozy and him offering to take her home. She awoke in the morning in her clothes but no panties and dried semen on her thighs and pubic hair. She went on to say she had no recollection of having sex or in fact anything after leaving the bar.
Of course, Ruth had heard of Rohypnol or ruffies as they are called but as she sat there, she wondered if they only worked on women. What if a woman, such as herself were to give some Rohypnol to a man would said woman then be able to take liberties with him. Of course, not, if a man is passed out he would be useless to a woman but the idea still intrigued her and in the next few weeks, she toyed with the prospect.
