Chương 56: Side Effect Of The Sex Potion

Melvin closed the stall door behind him and collapsed on a toilet seat. He placed his hands on opposite sides of the stall for support as the entire world revolved around him. As the world began to slow its rotation, Melvin heard his cell phone ringing. His gut reaction told him that it was the witch.

"Mel, maybe we should move up our meeting," the witch said as soon as Melvin pressed the phone's talk button and held it against his ear. Her voice still had that silky hypnotic effect that he remembered, and it helped to steady Melvin's sense of balance.

"What's happening to me?" he said. His glasses dipped, and he had to take his remaining hand off one side of the stall and push them back on his nose. He realized that he could now sit without fear of falling over.

"A teeny tiny side effect of the love juice, my dear boy," the witch replied and began to talk in a singsong voice. "Oh baby... I've... got what you need... but you say you're just a friend. Oh, you say you're just a friend." Melvin recognized the tune, but the witch had changed the words. Then her tone of voice changed, and she purred, "So why don't you pop over so we can get friendly?"

"I... I don't... what are you talking about?"

The witch sighed into the phone, "Melvin. It's understandable that you're feeling drained. What you need is some sustenance, and this is exactly what I can provide. At the rate you're going, you're going to need it before your big date tonight. Now I've already called your hottie lawyer, and she's gonna swing by and pick you up after lunch. I have a feeling you're going to need a little pick me up."

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Chương 57: The Best Revenge

"Uncle Melvin?" a girl's voice said on the other side of the stall door. Melvin jumped. What was Abigail's niece doing in the men's room?

"Tina?" he said.

"Looks like you might be a little more drained than expected," the witch said, and the phone went dead in Melvin's ear. Melvin stuffed his phone into his jacket pocket. What the hell was going to happen to him now?

Tina pushed the stall door open and stepped inside. Melvin shook his head, dumbfounded. This was a surprise he had not expected. Tina's face wore an expression of slight embarrassment and also concern.

"I just wanted to make sure you're ok," Tina said. "Ya know, like if ya needed anythin' or somethin'." Her voice had a slight southern twang, and Melvin recalled that she was from Mississippi and quite the southern belle.

Melvin couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard and protruding from underneath her pink tank top. Tina's breasts were something that any man would have trouble not noticing; they were large and firm and jiggled whenever she moved. Apparently, this was a trait of the females of Abigail's family.

"No, Tina. I'm ok, thanks," Melvin said. Instead of leaving, Tina moved forward and placed a hand into his hair, running her fingers through it. Melvin flinched a little but didn't stop her.

"Ya sure I can't do anythin' for ya? Tell me now because we don't have much time," she whispered in her girlish voice. Melvin should have told her to leave, to go away and go back to her aunt, but he didn't. Maybe he knew that the best revenge he could get on Abby was to have sex with someone younger, hotter, and smarter than her. Not only that but Abby felt this girl was her protégé. Or maybe it was just Tina's formfitting white shorts and the way they hugged the skin of her thighs and showed off her perfectly round butt.

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