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Love Potion [MultiFormat]
eBook by Reed Manning
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description:  A love potion that actually works? Be careful what you wish for.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Mayfair, 1986
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2003
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [60 KB], eReader (PDB) [24 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [10 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [10 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [66 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [81 KB], hiebook (KML) [62 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [50 KB], iSilo (PDB) [8 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [11 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [48 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [18 KB]
Words: 2903
Reading time: 8-11 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"Here's that letter you wanted, Mr. Turner." Miss Keyes stopped in front of Sidney's desk and extended the piece of paper, dangling it just in front of her saucy, perfectly proportioned breasts. She was wearing one of those white blouses that, while modest enough for the office, left Sidney unable to tell whether or not she had on a bra. Were those nipples he saw, or just crinkles in the fabric? He took the letter. She immediately headed back to the secretarial office. It was now or never, he thought, and spoke before he had time to chicken out. "Miss Keyes?" She stopped, turned, raised a pretty eyebrow. "Would you ... would you like to go to dinner some time?" The back of Sidney's throat dried to the texture of straw as he spoke. "No," she said, and vanished into the hallway. Sidney tapped his fingernails on the desk top. Again. This time Miss Keyes, last time his best friend's sister. He hadn't been laid in ten months. What was wrong? Sure, he was short. Sure, he wore glasses. Sure, he still let his mother select his wardrobe. But he was the best accountant the company had ever had. He scoured a booger out of his nose and wiped it on the underside of an open drawer. Why wouldn't women give him a chance? * * * *Later that day he came across an advertisement buried in the back of a newspaper: I can make you irresistible to women. MADAME SOPHIAHe forgot the ad during the course of the day, but it so happened that Madame Sophia's lay along his route home. He saw the little neon sign offering palmistry, fortune telling, astrological consultation, and half a dozen other things, and on a whim, he got off at the next bus stop and walked back to the tiny establishment. The waiting room smelled strongly of incense. A doorway, curtained with maroon gauze, led deeper inside. Sidney rang the little bell at the front counter. "Come in," said a sultry voice from behind the curtain. Sidney proceeded tentatively into a small, dark parlor. Most of the chamber was taken up by a round card table covered with a floor-length white tablecloth. Behind it a thin gypsy woman, her night-black hair tied with a scarf, motioned Sidney toward an empty folding chair. "Sit down. I have been waiting for you," she said soothingly, and Sidney obeyed. "Tell me your problem." Sidney tried not to stammer. "Uh ... it's ... personal." "You can't get laid."
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