Liz is 37, with short blonde hair, a beautiful body, and wide sexy smile. She is an alluring looking woman but her sexy demeanor is enough to entice any man (or woman). Most Sleepy Smokers have ravenously smooth thick and sometimes lengthy hair. Of all Sleepy Smokers only Liz has short hair. The lengthy hair each Sleepy Smoker has is filled with anesthetizing hair sprays made for a long smothering of any victim. Liz has another “weapon”. Her large array of chloroform gas tools. The one she’s made famous and uses almost all the time now is her chlorotube which the other smoking ladies call the “hisser”. The tube hisses like a rattlesnake when Liz depresses a button at the base of the 2-foot long device. She has a unique mix of ether gas, powdered chloroform, cigarette ash, and an almost arsenic smelling gas that all mix together at the base of the tube after she presses that button. Victims aware of the process sit in fearful anticipation of that hissing sound in the chlorotube. The sleeping gas that she makes is ready after one minute and she likes to apply it to her victims when it’s nice and warm. If you hear the hissing sound you will be put to sleep. Folks who hear the hiss have already been prepped for sleep-the Chloroform Liz way. Consider the following story a public service-maybe you’ll be able to avoid the sleepy sting of Chloroform Liz if you’re made aware of her sexy approach. (Of course, maybe you won’t want to!)

Tess is a 22-year old single mother. She’s short, pretty, and totally consumed with her shopping at a local department store on this Tuesday afternoon. A big sale is taking place and Tess doesn’t have a lot of money to blow on clothes so she’s at the store with her 3-year old daughter (Stacey)buying what she can. Most of what she’s looking for is office attire. She finds 3 dresses she likes, only one is affordable, but she’ll try each on. Trying them on costs nothing.

Off in the distance is a 56-year old lady who works as a clerk at the department store just outside the dressing rooms. She oversees the dressing rooms making sure people don’t run off with things. It’s a quiet day, nobody around except Tess who is a good 50 feet away. The lady, her name is Betsy, goes about her business putting some sweaters in box’s then stacking them in the corner behind the cash register.

Twenty feet away walking out of the lingerie section is Chloroform Liz. She’s just walked into the department store from a relatively concealed side entrance. Liz has a cigarette lit-it’s smoke gray colored with a baby blue filter. Liz is looking for a victim and she’s found one-Betsy. Liz stands still in her pink satin mini skirt with a shiny pink satin tunic draped from her shoulders across her tight smooth ass. Liz has an oversized purse strapped to her shoulder. In a statuesque sort of way Liz stands and inserts the cigarette between her tight smooth lips and begins inhaling profusely. She releases a cloud of smoke, a silky gray breeze loaded with sleep. Sometimes the smoke is just slightly sleepy and sometimes the smoke is dream-filled. This stuff is aromatic enough to make your knees wobbly.

Liz approaches Betsy. Betsy is oblivious to what’s happening. And then, there she is. Liz is standing in front of Betsy just smiling. Betsy looks at Liz and says: “You can’t smoke in here Miss!”. Liz replies in a husky firm voice: “Oh yes I can!” She immediately inhales deeply and just before exhaling says to Betsy: “You need sleep!” The wispy cloud that emitted from her mouth while talking now turns silky thick and spreads in a perfect cone to Betsy’s face. The smoke spreads evenly across Betsy’s face and the box’s in her hands are immediately dropped. Betsy responds: “Oh! Oh! What is that! Knockout smoke!” Liz shows her widening smile and is pleasured by the woman’s obvious intense discomfort. Liz inhales again and removes Betsy’s hands from trying to wipe the smoke out of her face. “You need to more sleep!” Liz says to Betsy. Another thick silky gray plume is blown right into Betsy’s face. She’s had it. her knees wobble and she grabs the nearby counter to ease her fall. As she falls to slumberland Liz reloads. The last thing Betsy will see is the bright orange glow of the cigarette tip Liz inhales. Betsy is on the floor and wanting desperately to sleep when another choking cloud of silky sleep arrives in her face. Liz ends the silky breeze with a thin smooth blow. “Sleep well my lovely!” Liz says in a very satisfied way. Betsy obviously sustained a thorough sleepy smoking. Liz is very satisfied! Liz grabs a nearby blanket left by the bedding department clerk and covers Betsy so she won’t be discovered.

Here comes happy Tess with her 3 dresses. Liz assumes the clerk job of watching the dressing rooms. Tess notices an unusual smell around the counter area just outside the dressing rooms. Her daughter blinks her eyes-the smell is making her a little sleepy. Tess is so into trying on her dresses that she doesn’t pay attention to the fact that in front of her stands a woman quite capable of putting her to sleep for a very long time. Liz almost seems annoyed that Tess doesn’t suspect anything here. She just asks Liz to watch Stacey for a moment while she tries on the dresses. Liz just nods her head at Tess appearing to agree to watch the little girl.

Tess disappears into the dressing room. Pretty Liz, in pink satin-just a picture for a 3-year old little girl to admire, pulls her cigarette from beneath the counter and inhales deeply. Instinctively, the little girl starts to run but Liz grabs her arm and before she can yell to her mom Stacey’s head is submerged in a cloud of deep sleeping smoke. The youngster has no chance to fight the heavy cloud of slumber and immediately falls to the floor. She’s dragged behind the counter and covered in the blanket with Betsy. Liz will put anybody to sleep-including young children. So remember that!

The cigarette is done and Liz now stares at the entranceway to the dressing room. She’s going to teach Tess a lesson she’ll never forget-assuming she ever awakens from what’s about to happen to her. Liz lights another cigarette and pulls the chlorotube from her purse. Just look at the tube: long and shiny (pink) smooth with an open end where dreamland gas will be emitted. The handle is a dusty velvet pink and inside the handle area is where that dreamy warm gas will be mixed in a few moments-chlorogas!

Liz inhales deeply on her sleepy cigarette-just like the one she just smoked, it’s extra sleepy. Liz exhales as she approaches the dressing room, her eyes fixated n the doorway to where Tess is now naked. As she enters the entranceway to where the dressing rooms are located, a security guard walks by and stumbles into this sexy plot. An old man, he’s about 60 with gray hair and glasses, is caught unaware by this beautiful woman smoking in the department store. Liz is an expert. Quickly she gusts a cloud of sleep into the nervous surprised old man’s face. His glasses protect his eyes on the first whiff. Liz reloads, inhaling deeply staring at the man who is half-gassed at this point. No longer is he half-gassed. The smoke sends his head spinning as Liz sweeps her blow back-and-forth across the man’s face. He just falls to his knees and then leans forward into Liz’s satin pink miniskirt. Liz grabs his head with both hands and slowly eases him to the floor to sleep. “Welcome to dreamland,” Liz says softly. And now that Tess.

Liz turns toward the dressing room, Tess is so consumed with her new dresses, she heard nothing of what just took place outside her space. And then, Liz knocks on Tess’s door. Tess says: “Busy, I’m trying on clothes! Be out in a minute!” Liz replies: “Miss, it’s your daughter!” Suddenly, Tess realizes that her number one responsibility took second fiddle to her love of new clothes. Nervously, she opened the dressing room doorway to ask Liz: “Stacey, what’s wrong!” Liz replied with a face full of luxurious silken sleeping smoke. Then Liz just leaned against the wall with her arms folded watching Tess struggle to understand the silky smell just blown into her face. Tess doesn’t know whether to yell for help, enjoy the super silky “stuff” still rolling across her face, or to just fall on the floor and reach for the sleepy stars. As Tess ponders that question, Liz holds that famous chlorotube by her side and all Tess can hear now is a hissing sound. Liz closes the doorway to the dressing room. Liz and Tess have the 7-by-7 foot space all to themselves. Tess is dazed and starting to fall asleep when Liz walks over to her and pulls that new dress down from Tess waste revealing her naked ass and legs. Liz says: “That’s a nice body you have dear!” The chlorotube is pointed at Tess’s backside and Liz releases the warm gas into the crack of Tess’s ass. The pink gas turns gray after it’s one foot from the chlorotube. The pink is the warm soothing stuff and the gray is the air mixture that turns the chlorogas from sexy soother to profound anesthesia. Liz soothes Tess’s ass and now her instantly wet vagina entrance. Her ass and thighs are dusted pink while the gray knockout gas-for the moment-rises warmly to the ceiling.

Tess is in heaven. The gas is so warm and instantly soothing she has a pulsing orgasm in about 45 seconds. Once she’s gasping in a heavenly moan Liz directs the chlorotube to Tess’s face. For a moment, Liz shuts of the chlorotube and watches Tess squirm her naked body in ecstasy on the floor. Liz now says: “OK mom, sleep!” And Liz puts the open end of the chlorotube one foot from Tess’s face and emits the remaining chlorogas into Tess’s face. Tess gulps the gas then faintly says: “no, no, my daughter, what have you…” Tess’s face is completely gray from the pungent bitter chlorogas. It’s no longer smooth and relaxing-it’s smell is destroying brain cells. Liz does not care. Chloroform Liz continues to empty the chlorotube into Tess’s face long after Tess is still. Finally, the tube is emptied and the 7-by-7 foot dressing room looks like a London fog just arrived. “Don’t leave your kids behind!” Chloroform Liz says to the tranquilized Tess.

The next day the local newspaper says: Woman hospitalized after found nearly gassed to death at local department store. Woman expected to survive.”