Freddie walked into his apartment. He saw his mom gather things into her purse quickly and left saying, "Freddie, I'm going to pick up ointment. I'll bw back in 2 hours."
He smiled as a thought pooped into his head. Hmm, I think I will make a little phone call. He called Sam's cell number.
"What do you want Dorkface?" she said.
"Hey, I have leftover ham, and I was wondering…"
He couldn't finish because she said she'll be over in a few minutes and hung up. He chuckled darkly, his plan already working. In the time before Sam arrived, Freddie vacuumed his living room, and cleared the couch. He did not need to do much because his germaphobic, perfectionist mother is always cleaning the rooms. He heard knock knock on the door and ran to open it, revealing Sam dressed sexily in her tan cargo shorts and a hawt red v neck.
"Where's the ham?" she asked, walking in.
"its over here on the table." He led her to the coffe table, and she grabbed a big piece of ham and sat on the couch.
"mmmm. Ham…" she moaned.
Freddie watched as her head rolled back and she moaned sexily. He looked at her smooth bare neck, wishin he could lick it, and taste her. He smiled, knowing he would be able to soon. He looked at her mouth, chewing. What Sam did not know was that Freddie put sedatives into the ham so she would pass out after she ate it.
"What are you smiling at, Benson?" Sam said, her eyes getting droppy.
"Nothing…" he said as she fell asleep on the couch. He carried the sleeping Sam and put her on his bed. Now to put the plan into action…