Wendy and the Purple Potion

If you're enjoying my stories, please vote for them. The more you vote, the more chance that others will find them and enjoy them. It gives authors a boost to know their stories are being read and appreciated. Thanks. Chapter 4 *** My new massage practice had started with a bang. Literally! I ordered a mobile couch and all the paraphernalia needed, including some very sensual fragrant oil. And as a graphic designer, it only took a few minutes to throw together some simple business cards. I was up and running in a week. Laura seemed pleased. Admiring my couch which I'd set up in my cramped living room, she bent over it and wiggled her bum in my direction. "Any clients yet?" she grinned. "As it happens, yes, just the one," I retorted. "But I picked up a few contacts last week." In truth, Jenny had jotted down half a dozen names and numbers and slid them into my hand at the end of the party. All women. All married. "I'll spread the word for

My husband passed a few years ago and our only child lives about 40 miles away. Prior to him passing I rarely saw her because my husband did not approve of who she married. Let's just say my son-in-law is a horse of a different color. I'm 62 years old and just retired from teaching. My home is actually more than I need and before I decided to downsize, I asked my daughter, May, if they wanted to move in with me. There is plenty of room for all of us to have our privacy and they would no longer have to pay rent. All I ask is that my son-in-law deal with the landscapers when they come over and deal with any repairman when something needed to be repaired. That was a task I never enjoyed because I always felt like repairmen were trying to take advantage of a woman. After a few weeks of thinking it over May and her husband, Jeffery, agreed and we all became a happy blended family. As I predicted privacy was not an issue and the two of them took full advantage of the hike and bike

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I first met Nok when she arrived on a temporary visa. She was following in her mother's footsteps, having completed high school in Thailand. As I was married to her mother, I was officially her sponsor, a kind of guarantor and financial support for her. Since Nok did not want to go on to university, she quickly became able to pay her own way, working with her mother Som, as a cleaner. Daily they would disappear together early in the morning, trooping home hours later, tired. Nok would then dive into her room, staying there for hours at a time. I found this kind of behavior a little odd and I wondered whether she was homesick. After all, being ripped out of Thai culture and thrust into an entirely foreign one would be difficult, at the best of times. But Som told me that her daughter was perfectly happy. "She loves being here," my wife replied to yet another of my persistent inquires on the topic. "She seems so quiet, withdrawn," I said, "And she hides in

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I knew it was going to be an awkward day the moment I stepped in my lab. Okay, calling it a lab is a bit of a stretch. I have a small chemical set on a shelf beside my bed. That and a desk. Yeah, it isn't much, but thanks to college tuition, my ass is on the ramen noodle diet. Anyway, when I walked into my "lab", I saw my friend Wendy there waiting for me. In classic Wendy fashion, she was making a beeline for the single most dangerous thing I possessed. "For the love of God, don't touch that!" I shouted, running toward her. She was reaching for a vial of purple liquid on my desk. "Do you have any idea what..." "I wasn't going to touch anything, Matt," she lied, guiltily snapping her arms to her sides. I just shook my head and chuckled. Wendy was brilliant, but the girl couldn't lie to save her life. "Well the vial you weren't about to touch," I intoned a little sarcastically, "contains the exact combination of