The next few days were very unnerving for Robert. On the one hand he felt a lightness of heart and a flurry of excitement at the new feelings he had for Charlotte. It was as though he was a teenager falling in love all over again. He couldn't stop thinking about her; what she was up to, how she was getting on at school, if she had made any new friends, indeed, if she was happy or sad. But he was conflicted. Jumbled up with all the positive feelings and the lovesickness were deep seated fears about whether he had gone too far with her, whether she had felt what they had experienced was wrong. Worst of all whether she had confided in a school friend or even her parents about what had happened between them. He found himself almost literally in two minds about it all, sometimes he felt everything was fine and nothing could be more pure, natural and lovely than the tender feelings he had for his adorable little friend. But other days he was wracked with pangs of conscience, guilt even as to whether he had corrupted her; polluted her innocence. But her next visit soon put his mind at ease. She behaved in every way just as normally as usual. She even mentioned both parents in a manner so casual that Robert was convinced nothing was amiss. However, her visit also gave him an idea which was at once both horribly distasteful and irresistibly exciting. She had been prattling on in her usual charming and girlish way about all manner of subjects. Their conversation soon turned to illnesses and she started to tell him about when she had been younger and was ill with some kind of allergy. Her mother had given her a kind of medicine ("syrup" as Charlotte would insist it was known) which had made her feel very sleepy.

"When I first had it," she related, "I was totally zonked and had to be carried to bed by dad!" The experience had clearly been most memorable for her and she was rather proud of being able to recount the tale. "How do you suppose it makes people sleepy, Robert?" she asked, having come to think of him not only as her best friend, but also an authority on virtually all subjects.

"I honestly don't know, my darling. I don't really know very much about medicine I'm afraid." At this, Charlotte looked at him for a second, puzzled, not used to such a lapse from her hero. But momentarily she absorbed the fact and merely replied,

"Oh," before returning to the large piece of cake he had cut for her and which she fully intended to polish off.

Later that evening, the conversation came back to Robert and he became curious about the medicine she had told him about. He was already online, as it happened (studying one of his favourite photosets of a petite, twelve year-old hussy) so he goggled a few key words and soon found a page about the treatment of allergies. He discovered that there was a type of allergy medicine which caused drowsiness in adults. So much so in fact, that it had to carry a warning to those who intended to drive or operate machinery. But as he read on, he learned that this effect was hugely amplified in children. Indeed, it was so powerful that it was often used to sedate children prior to surgery. As he searched for mentions of the drug on other sites, he discovered to his amazement that it was freely available over the counter in most pharmacies. This knowledge served to crystallise the plan that had been forming hazily in the back of his mind all afternoon. The details now started to fall into place and became his sole preoccupation over the next few days.

A few days later, as he was out walking his dog, he bumped into Charlotte on the path. She was complaining about a row she had had with her mother. It seemed there was a family trip planned for that Saturday (to an aunt Charlotte didn't much care for). Charlotte had begged to be excused and finally her mother had relented, it seemed. Robert learned that the aunt lived some distance away and was surprised her parent would be happy to leave her behind for what sounded like a long day's excursion.

"You mean you'll be staying at home on your own?" asked Robert, with a mixture of outrage and incredulity. "Oh no, silly. They'll be gone all day! I'm not allowed to stay in the house on my own all day." She looked at him with her slightly mocking grin.

"So what then?" he prompted. Charlotte giggled and looked at her feet, coyly. Robert smiled. "Well..?"

"I told them I would go and spend the day on the farm."

"The farm?"

"Yes, you know. The farm. Where my friend Sadie lives. I go there quite a lot."

"I see."

"But I'm not going there, though." The guilty look again.

"Oh?" asked Robert. "You mean you're just planning to stay at home?"

"Well..." she hesitated. "I was wondering..."

"Yes?" he prompted.

"...if I could come to yours. If that's ok. I mean if you're not busy. Or out somewhere." Her face now took on a sweeter aspect as she attempted to charm him into agreement. No charm or guile was needed, however, and Robert felt his heart leap into his mouth with excitement.

"Oh, sure! Of course, sweetheart. You'd be very welcome," he blurted almost too eagerly. "I'm around all day. I'm sure we can find something to keep you amused." But as he uttered the words and saw the delight with which they were received, he knew all too well that it was not Charlotte who would be being kept 'amused.'

"Ooh, goody! Can we have that purple grape stuff again? In the cartons? I love that and mummy never buys it."

"Yes, my darling. Of course we can. I shall make sure I have a few cartons for you." They talked a little longer and agreed that Charlotte would come over to his house at around 10am on Saturday, once her parents had set off. They then parted company and Robert - once he had put Midge back in the house - headed straight for the small shopping mall up the street and into the pharmacy. He now had not only the means but the opportunity also and so intense was his excitement that he stammered over the name of the medicine and for a second had a dreadful feeling that the girl behind the counter could see into his mind and read his dark purposes. On the way back, he purchased three cartons of the red grape juice of which Charlotte was so fond and once he arrived home, he opened one of them poured out a glassful and then proceeded to pour half the bottle of medicine into the space left over. He closed the seal and inverted the carton a few times to mix it. He had worked out that a quarter of the bottle was around twice the recommended dose for sedation of a child. This in turn meant that Charlotte would only need to drink a quarter of the carton (a feat she was easily capable of in his past experience) to receive an amount of the medicine that would surely knock her out for some hours.

That night, Robert tossed and turned in his bed. The carton of grape juice in the refrigerator stood as silent witness to his shameful scheme. As he imagined carrying it out to completion, he kept telling himself over and over again that he had done nothing wrong. Yet. After all, there was no crime in merely adding some medicine to a carton of juice. This was the means by which he allowed himself to accept what he was about to do. He was driven by his powerful, animal urges and yet his conscience still pricked him. This was but an innocent young girl, after all. What could be more awful, more disgusting than to take advantage of her in such an underhand way. To abuse the trust she had placed in him, the love and affection she had shown him. No, he reassured himself - 'I'll never go through with it. It's just a silly fantasy.'

However, when that following Saturday morning he opened the door to see the adorable little angel standing on his doorstep it hit him like a punch in the gut. He knew right away that the plan had an inexorable momentum of its own and he was powerless to resist his own, base impulses. She wore a sky blue vest top and a pair of pink flannelling shorts which she seemed to have almost grown out of. In fact they hugged her slender frame so closely that the central seam had been pulled tight into her slit and the plump little lips of her sex pouted on either side. Robert's gaze was magnetized by the arousing sight and he felt a familiar swelling in his pants. Charlotte seemed blissfully unaware of how her modesty was being undermined and without waiting to be asked, she trotted in and showed him what she had brought with her.

"Have you seen The Princess Diaries?" she asked, holding up the DVD case for Robert to inspect.

"No, sweet. I don't believe I have." He read the back of the case. "Julie Andrews? Hmm.. this looks good. I presume you have seen it, right?"

"Oh yes! About a gazillion times! It's one of my best films."

"Favourite films," Robert mock scolded her as he closed the door behind her, surreptitiously looking into the street to see if anyone had witnessed her arrival.

"Huh?" she looked up at him, quizzically.

"You mean it's one of your favourite films. If you say best, it implies that you had made it or acted in it."

"Oh, ok. Silly me." She walked through to the kitchen and immediately opened the refrigerator door. "Ooh! Grape juice," she cooed about to help herself to one of the un-opened cartons. "can I have some please?" She looked back over her shoulder to Robert who felt a twinge of panic lest she help herself to the wrong carton. He hastily crossed the kitchen and took out the prepared carton and closed the refrigerator.

"Yes, of course you can darling. Here let me," he said as he took a glass down from the cupboard and proceeded to fill a glass. He noted with relief that there was no material difference in colour and hoped the same would be true of the flavour as he handed the glass to Charlotte. "Here you go darling." Charlotte greedily glugged the purple liquid as Robert looked intently at her for any sign that she could detect the taste of the medicine. It seemed not. She finished the glass in once go and held it out to him to refill, smiling with the red juice forming a crescent on her top lip.

"Mmm...yummy! Can I have some more please?" Robert's heart was pounding now as he re-filled the glass. What if the dose was too high? What if her thirst stretched to a whole carton? This brief moment of panic was relieved when he realised that if necessary he could just open one of the other cartons instead when she wasn't looking and discard the tampered one. He poured her another glass full and she drank about a third of it before wandering off to the room where the TV was. "Can we watch the movie now Robert?" she called, plaintively across the hall way. Robert's heart was pounding now as he imagined the drug in her stomach, slowly but surely being absorbed.

"Yes, sweetie. Of course. Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable and I will be in in a minute to join you." "Well, don't be long! If you miss the beginning part, you won't be able to understand the story." He could hear the childlike concern in her voice as he pretended to busy himself about the kitchen. He didn't know if he could quite face the child now that he had put his plan into action. Seeing the drug take effect might serve to heighten the guilt and shame he felt, or so he thought. What if it didn't work? The thought of this was worse than the guilt. The sense of crushing disappointment he would feel if things did not go according to plan was more than he could bear to think about. A few minutes later, he went to join Charlotte who was now cosily curled up on his couch watching the opening credits. He sat down beside her and she nestled into him. Instinctively, he put his arm around her back and she responded by leaning across his lap to get a better view of the screen. She prattled away happily filling in elements of the plot in her usual breathless and slightly disorganised way while Robert desperately tried to concentrate on what she was saying, rather than his thumping heart. The anxiety and anticipatory excitement he felt made for a heady cocktail and it was all he could do to control himself. After another ten minutes or so, Robert became aware of Charlotte's head drooping slightly on to his knee.

"Are you ok, sweetie?" asked Robert, gingerly. Charlotte murmured softly and lifted her head to look at him. He could see immediately that her eyes looked heavy and she was having difficulty keeping them fully open. He felt his heart race and he repeated the question. Her voice sounded thick and slightly croaky when she finally answered him,

"I suddenly feel really sleepy..."

"Oh?" He did his best to look surprised. "You seemed fine when you arrived."

"...mmm..." she replied, "I was, but I 'm sleepy now." And with that, she lay her head back down on his lap. She mumbled some more, but it was indistinct.

"What, sweetie? I couldn't hear you." She attempted to lift her head again, but it seemed ever more laboured.

"I said... maybe I should go home." At this, Robert panicked briefly.

"Oh! No I don't think so sweetie. You'd be all on your own. Why not just have a little sleep here. It's nice and comfortable on the spare bed. Here," he wrapped his arms around her and stood, effortlessly lifting her light little body.

"But...I'm not a baby... I don't still have sleeps in the day." She sounded as if her pride was hurt, but Robert reassured her as he carried her up the stairs.

"Oh sweetie, don't be silly. Everyone gets tired now and again. I like a little nap sometimes, you know."

"But..." Her voice was growing fainter and she appeared to be now drifting fully into sleep. He was at the top now and he carried her across into the spare bedroom and laid her very gently on the bed. He sat for a while beside her as he straightened her body into a more comfortable position. His pulse was racing and the care with which he wanted to arrange her on the bed seemed to him an attempt to try and 'make good'. To try and reduce the enormity of what he was about to do. He knew he was on the brink. Everything he had done up to now could be excused; explained away. But what was about to happen was way beyond that. He felt the tang of acid in his throat and he stood up to go to his study downstairs. When he returned carrying his digital camera, Charlotte had not moved an inch. So still was she, that Robert was concerned and he immediately went to the bed and sat beside her.

"Charlotte?" He said. No answer. No reaction of any kind. "Charlotte?" he repeated still louder, but there was no response. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest and was reassured that she was still alive. But she was surely deeply asleep. That much was obvious. But he had to be sure, so he took hold of her shoulders and shook her, "Charlotte!" He knelt down on the floor so his mouth was right up close to her ear, "Charlotte!" he practically shouted as he shook her again. But the child was dead to the world. Out cold. This is it, he thought to himself. He could scarcely believe that after all his fantasizing, he had finally got to the position of making his dreams reality. He leaned in close and kissed the sleeping child's cheek. It smelled fresh and washed. He took her head in his hands and lifted it to kiss her full on the lips.

"Oh my darling girl...my sweet, precious Charlotte." He breathed softly, "I love you so much." Laying her head back on the pillow, he proceeded to lift the blue top over her stomach and then carefully lifted it over her shoulders and head, leaving her upper half naked. He leaned down and brushed his lips over the creamy skin of her chest and then to the small humps of her adolescent breasts. The areolas were raised further still above each breast and her tiny nipples were a soft pink colour. Clearly she was still in no need of a bra, and he wondered why she hadn't insisted on wearing one of those training bras so beloved of young girls who cannot wait to be grown up. He licked the pink bud of her nipple and as he did so, his hand moved down to his pants and he unzipped. He reached in and found his penis - now rock hard - as he continued his private ritual. "Oh my angel...my sweet love..." He sucked the nipple into his mouth and stroked the soft skin with his tongue as he might begin arousing an adult woman. But the object of his affections gave no indication of pleasure or indeed of anything as she continued to slumber deeply. But he could delay the moment no further. He was driven by the power of his lusts and he had to have his ultimate prize.

Robert took hold of the waistband of Charlotte's pink shorts and pulled them down over her legs revealing a pair of white, cotton panties. At the centre of the elasticated top was a small pink bow and on the front panel was an image of a cartoon rabbit. They were the very picture of childish innocence and he leaned down to press his face against her mound. He inhaled deeply but the only smell from the warm cotton was fabric softener. She now lay virtually naked, apart from her underwear and her little yellow socks and sandals. He paused before revealing the ultimate treasure to check her face and breathing. Neither gave any sign of consciousness, even when he shouted her name again. So he peeled the small undergarment down over her legs deliberately not looking at what was being revealed; he wanted to savour that moment. Before discarding the panties on the floor beside the bed, he inspected the gusset panel and noticed a small slick of whitish moistness. He stood, taking his camera from the bed. It clicked into life and he proceeded to take a series of photographs of the beautiful sight before him. The small, budding breasts, the soft, brown curls forming a small v-shape between her legs, the narrow, boyish hips and delicate waist. It was intoxicating and he wanted to ensure he preserved every aspect of it for his future enjoyment. After taking 20 or 30 shots from every conceivable angle; full length, from the side, of her face, he finally put the camera down and turned his attention on that most precious of prizes; the most private and intimate area of the sleeping child's body. He could delay no longer.

He took hold of her knees, lifting her legs up and apart resting each thigh to either side. Her young vulva was now fully exposed and it was a truly beautiful sight. He had only ever seen the genitals of adult women in the flesh and until the last few months (when he discovered the various child porn sites) he had never seen an adolescent girl's vulva at all. The hair was slightly fuller between her legs than on her pubic mound, but it was a pale brown colour and not bushy enough to obscure his view. Nestling at the top of her slit was the smooth, pink ridge of her clit. A tiny morsel of darker pink flesh peeped out of the hood and as he looked at it, he couldn't help wondering about how often she rubbed this sensitive little bud in the privacy of her bed. Below the clit were the two slender lips of her pussy; they were smaller than an adult woman's and much smoother. They glistened pinkly and between them he could see the darker space leading into her vagina. Robert parted the lips gently and revealed Charlotte's vaginal entrance which was mostly obscured by the pale pinkish membrane of her hymen; there was only a small hole in the centre. This he took to be a sure sign of the child's virginity - not that he had doubted it - and also an indication that she had not experimented with inserting any objects during her self-pleasuring.

The view was intoxicating indeed and Robert jerked at his hard cock while he drank in the sight of his little darling's pussy. He peered forward to sniff at it and detected a warm, slightly sour aroma and just a faint hint of urine. Unable to help himself, he leaned even closer and licked at the soft pink flesh with his tongue. The taste was salty and a little acid, but the erotic charge of the act itself aroused him very powerfully and he masturbated still more vigorously as he probed at the delicate petals drinking in her moisture. The slippery sensation of the smooth, lubricated flesh of her pussy against his tongue felt incredible and he could not get enough of it. He sensed he was about to ejaculate and quickly stopped what he was doing; he wasn't ready to finish this just yet. He picked up the camera again and rattled off another series of shots. Selecting the macro setting allowed him to focus in very close indeed and he held open Charlotte's labia with one hand whilst holding the camera in the other so he could capture every glistening detail for later enjoyment. He pulled back slightly on the child's clitoral hood to fully expose the tip of her clitoris and he photographed that in great detail too. He was so excited that he kept having to stop and masturbate some more, each time stopping just short of his climax so as to prolong the enjoyment of this most forbidden of pleasures. So excited did he become at one stage that he temporarily lost all his perspective and was seized by an overpowering urge to make love to the unconscious child.

Putting the camera down, he removed all his clothes and lay above the motionless figure with his iron hard penis pointed at her vulva. Her sweet face only came up to his chest as he took hold of his cock and proceeded to guide it between her pussy lips. The powerful urge to thrust down and into the child was almost overwhelming and as he held himself above her, his skin against hers, he was about to make the one decisive push of his pelvis that would drive the head of his erection deep into Charlotte's virginal vagina when he paused momentarily. The true awfulness of what he was about to do dawned on him. It was as though a voice in his head called out to him You are going to rape an unconscious child!

Appalled, he climbed off her and quickly dressed himself. He then dressed Charlotte taking care to replace every item of clothing just the way it was. He tried to arrange her body in as comfortable a position as possible and then covered her with the light blanket so she could sleep off the rest of the drug. He collected his camera and rushed out of the bedrooms and downstairs to his study where he sat and held his head in his hands. What are you thinking?! What kind of crazy idiot are you? As his conscience tormented him, he was about to take the memory card from the camera and erase it of all the images, hoping to erase with them his guilty feelings. But something stopped him and instead, he put the card into the computer and opened up the image browser. He paged through the arousing pinkness and released his penis from his pants, working away at it without mercy until at last the hot jets of sperm shot out over the floor as he gazed, enraptured at a huge magnification of Charlotte's tiny vaginal entrance. He knew, even as he cleaned up after himself that he could never deleted these images. They were far too precious. He also knew beyond any doubt that he had only just started where Charlotte was concerned. Whatever scruples had prevented him ravishing Charlotte earlier were few and far between and would ultimately be no match for his powerful and perverted desire.

Some hours later, a small voice from his bedroom disturbed him from the work he had decided to catch up on and he rushed up the stairs two at a time. Standing at the doorway, he saw a slightly crumpled and confused Charlotte who had sat up and peered around her.

"Charlotte, sweetie?" he called. "Are you ok darling?" She frowned slightly, still very groggy looking.

"What happened? Why am I up here? Is it night time?" She yawned and rubbed her eyes, finally focussing on Robert as he came towards her to sit on the bed. He laughed warmly and brushed her hair from her eyes.

"My what a sleepy girl we have here!" he teased. "You have been sleeping like a top!"

"Really?" she replied. "That's funny, I don't usually sleep in the day time. It is still day time isn't it?" she added looking towards the windows.

"Yes, my love. It is still daytime. In fact," he added, looking at his watch. "it's nearly six pm so we should probably be thinking about getting you some supper before you go back home."

Charlotte soon recovered and after a light meal was finally ready to return home. Apart from some slight remaining drowsiness, she seemed entirely normal and to Robert's immense relief she clearly had no notion whatsoever of what had gone on as she slept.