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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
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Dr. Rui's Amazing Love Potion in a Can

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

"Tammy, I'm home," John yelled out as he walked through 
the front door. "We're city champions!"

"That's nice, dear. I'm in the kitchen, come and see 
what I got today," Tammy answered.

"I'll be there in just a second. Let me change and take 
a quick shower first," he shouted back as he climbed 
the stairs. He sat on the king size bed adorned with a 
fluffy feather comforter and took off his shoes. His 
team had just won the city's age thirty-forty 
basketball championship, and instead of celebrating 
with his buddies at their favorite hangout, Box Seats, 
he went home to be with his wife. John already knew 
what Tammy had in the kitchen, he didn't even have to 
look. It was another get-rich scheme somebody had sold 
her or that she found in the back of a magazine. It 
happened at least once every few months.

First there was Amway, and everybody knows what happens 
with Amway. Then she convinced him to invest in an 
ostrich farm. The market for ostrich steaks never grew 
as much as Tammy expected. After John tasted them, he 
knew why.

Then there was the parakeet breeding. After John 
realized how many feathers fall off one single 
parakeet, let alone a hundred of them, he was sure that 
his house would be knee-deep in feathers in no time. 
Fortunately, he collected enough feathers for two very 
comfortable parakeet feather pillows and one parakeet 
feather comforter before Tammy sold the birds and 
recouped some of her investment.

As John stood in the warm water of the shower, he tried 
to think of some ingenious argument to dissuade Tammy 
from losing more of his hard earned money. It wasn't as 
if he didn't bring home good money, as Vice President 
of the local bank, he brought home more than enough 
money to provide Tammy and himself with a comfortable 
lifestyle. John suspected the real problem was Tammy's 
ego. With her personality, she felt the need to provide 
for herself, but lacked the ambition to hold a full 
time job.

John tried telling Tammy that she couldn't invest any 
of their money in any crazy schemes, but she cried and 
cut him off from sex for a week, until he finally gave 
in and let her invest in the disposable clothing 
company. That did much better than John ever thought it 
would, at least Tammy didn't lose her investment within 
the first month. Tammy even bought a few hundred white 
T-shirts and underwear for herself and John; it was 
nice not having to wash clothes as often and always 
having a new pair of underwear to wear. They threw them 
in the garbage after Tammy got caught in the rain 
without an umbrella, suddenly discovering that the 
paper T-shirts and bras dissolved in water, leaving 
Tammy in the middle of Grant Park wearing only her 
jeans.

The first thing John noticed when he walked into the 
kitchen were the boxes stacked everywhere, covering the 
floor and the kitchen table and chairs. "Tammy, are you 
in here?" he asked as he searched for her.

"I'm over here, under the kitchen table. It's the only 
spot I could find to sit until you came home and 
volunteered to move these boxes for me."

John looked at his wife. Her short blonde hair framed 
her round face as she intently studied the papers on 
the clipboard she held in her hand. "You could have sat 
in the living room, honey," he said.

"But I've been thinking about how I'm really going to 
make money this time, and I can think better when I'm 
near the stuff I'm investing in," Tammy answered as she 
pulled herself from under the table and tenderly kissed 
John's lips.

"I know, sometimes you still smell like a wet 
parakeet," John answered as he returned her kiss and 
winked.

"Oh be quiet, John. It's your stupid pillow and 
comforter that smell like wet parakeets, not me. 
Anyway, this time I'm really going to make money," 
Tammy said as she gave her husband a big, confident 
smile.

"That," John answered, "would be nice for a change, 
honey. So what's in the boxes, and why so many?" he 
asked, not really wanting to know the answer. Knowing 
his wife, it could be anything from anvils to zebra 
furs.

"There was a minimum order, and I'm not telling you 
what's in the boxes," she answered. "It's a surprise. 
I've already invited a couple of friends over tonight 
for a..."

"How many is a couple, honey?" John interrupted.

"Not many, just a few, about six," Tammy answered 
hesitantly.

"Six is not a couple or even a few."

"I didn't say that ten was a couple, John. I said that 
I invited ten couples." Tammy answered brightly.

"But you said that you had invited a couple - oh never 
mind," John answered, not wanting to let Tammy have a 
chance to prove her logic. She wasn't right, but John 
had learned long ago not to question Tammy's logic. She 
always managed to confuse him. He usually ended up so 
flustered that she could convince him that one plus one 
equals ten. "So what's in the boxes?" he asked as he 
reached for the nearest box and began opening it.

Tammy playfully slapped her husband's hand and he 
pulled it away from the box, wincing as he shook it. 
"Don't you dare touch that," Tammy said with a giggle. 
"I told you, it's a surprise. How can I tell you if 
it's supposed to be a surprise?"

"C'mon, Tammy. Tell me what's in the boxes so I can 
figure out what we're gonna do with this stuff after we 
find out what's wrong with it and can't get rid of it."

"No, it's a surprise," she said defiantly as she looked 
at the clipboard, "Put them all in the living room, 
pile them up against the wall."

John carried the boxes into the living room, surprised 
at how little the boxes weighed. He jiggled one, trying 
to find a clue about what was inside and heard 
something like metal cans rattling around inside.

As John made his way into the kitchen for two more 
boxes, he overheard Tammy talking on the phone to her 
best friend, "C'mon Leslie, you owe me a favor," she 
pleaded. "Please Leslie. Terry and Kourtney have 
already volunteered. Please. . ." she begged. "Great. 
Be here at seven, and don't tell Bill. Bye," she said 
before she quickly hung up the phone.

John tried to piece the clues together. He knew that it 
had to be something silly, after all, it was one of  
Tammy's ideas, and for some reason it was a big secret 
from him and Bill, and probably Terry's and Kourt's 
husbands too. The quantity of boxes led him to believe 
that Tammy was selling something this time, but what?

The doorbell rang, and as John walked toward the front 
door, he heard Tammy yell at him, "Can you get that 
John? It's probably the caterer."

Caterer? John thought as he opened the door.

"Caterer," a man in a white jumpsuit announced with a 
smile. "Where do you want to put the tables?"

"Just put it up over there, I guess," John answered 
with a shrug as he pointed toward the living room.

John sat on the couch and watched the caterer bring in 
the tables, then watched as they brought in more 
tables. Finally, they brought in the food, the smell of 
fried chicken filled the air. John opened a foil 
container, pulled out a drumstick and listened to Tammy 
continue to talk on the phone as he chewed on the 
overcooked chicken.

"You've moved all the boxes already?" Tammy asked a 
smile when she noticed him relaxing on the couch, "And 
leave the food alone, that's for the guests."

John slowly shook his head in bewilderment and returned 
to the kitchen. He carried the last two boxes into the 
living room, nearly colliding with the caterers as they 
carried another table into the house. He put the boxes 
next to the others, sat on the couch, and turned on the 
television.

Tammy had one more call to make; everything was going 
perfectly so far. This time, she was going to make 
money and prove everybody wrong. All of her friends had 
agreed to participate in her plan. Some of them needed 
their arms twisted a little before agreeing, but in the 
end, they all agreed to help. What's a little blackmail 
between friends? She looked in the yellow pages, found 
the number she was looking for and dialed it, "Box 
Seats Sports Bar," answered a young woman.

"Can I talk to George please?" Tammy asked cheerfully.

"Hold on," she replied. "Hey George, it's for you!" 
Tammy heard the girl yell.

"This is George," the owner of the sports bar answered 
after a few minutes.

"Hi George, this is Tammy Alvaretto."

"Hi Tammy. How are you and John?"

"We're fine. I need a favor though," Tammy asked 
apprehensively.

"For you Tammy, anything. As long as it doesn't involve 
ostrich steaks, disposable T-shirts or parakeets."

"I'm really sorry about all of those birds flying 
around your bar, anyway, I didn't open the cage doors, 
and the ostrich steaks would have sold eventually, and 
you did get a lot of publicity during the Taste of the 
Town when your waitresses T-shirts and bras dissolved. 
Anyway, this one's an easy favor -- no risk involved at 
all."

"Before I tell you yes; I want to know what the favor 
is," George answered anxiously.

"C'mon George. When have I ever caused you any 
problems?" she paused for a second and added quickly, 
"Wait! Don't answer that! Anyway, all I need you to do 
is kick John and his buddies out of the bar at ten 
tonight."

"Kick them out? But they're my best customers," George 
complained.

"Just do it, please," Tammy pleaded.

"OK, I'll do it, but I have a feeling I'm going to 
regret it somehow."

"You won't; I promise. Remember, exactly ten o'clock. 
Thanks George," Tammy said hurriedly into the phone 
before she hung up, more confident than ever that her 
plan was going to work.

The living room was beginning to fill with their 
friends. John was kept busy mixing drinks and making 
sure everybody's glasses and plates were filled. He 
nearly bumped into Tammy as he walked into the kitchen 
for another bottle of Seven-Up. "I'm dying to know. 
What are you up to?" he asked.

Tammy smiled wickedly as she pulled the strap of her 
tank top back onto her shoulder, "I told you, it's a 
surprise." She kissed him on the cheek and left him 
alone in the kitchen, his curiosity growing by the 
minute.

He returned to the living room and placed the bottle of 
soda on the bar. He mixed two more seven and sevens, 
handing them to Leslie's husband Bill and Kourtney's 
husband Sean.

"So what's Tammy's master plan today?" Bill asked with 
a laugh.

John shook his head and answered, "I have no idea; she 
won't tell me anything."

"I just want you to know," Sean said with a mocking 
smile, "My freezer is still full of ostrich steaks, 
ground ostrich and ostrich bacon."

John laughed and said, "My dog loves the stuff, 
especially the steaks."

"John, can I talk to you in the kitchen please," they 
heard Tammy ask from across the room.

"Sure," he answered. Turning back to the guys, he said, 
"Be right back, the mad investor calls." John went into 
the kitchen and Tammy kissed him passionately, running 
her hand between his legs and gently biting his lower 
lip.

"I need a favor," she said as she broke the kiss.

"What now?" John answered apprehensively.

"Take all of the men down to Box Seats. Isn't there 
some kind of important basketball game tonight? 
Kourtney said she had to drag Sean down here screaming 
and kicking complaining that he would miss the game."

"Well," John answered, "there's the NCAA championship 
game. I think I can get them to go to Box Seats with 
me. It'll be a struggle to convince them to leave our 
house and a chance to see one of your demonstrations to 
go to Box Seats to watch the game, but I'll try my 
best. Follow me."

John stepped into the living room and clapped his 
hands. Everybody turned and looked at him, John smiled 
broadly and said, "We're out of here guys. Let's go 
down to Box Seats and watch State kick some Gator ass!"

The husbands looked at their respective wives, and as 
they realized they were free to go, they pumped their 
fists and headed out the door.

Once they outside, the men formed groups and drove to 
the bar in three cars. John drove one group in his 
Expedition. From the backseat, he heard Bill ask, 
"Something smells funny to me about this whole thing. 
What are they up to?"

"I don't know and I don't care," John answered. "All I 
know is we get to watch the game."

"Aren't you even a little curious?" Bill asked.

"A little, but the way I see it, I can go to the bar, 
watch the game and let Tammy lose money, or I can sit 
around the house, miss the game and watch Tammy lose 
money. I prefer to watch the game."

Bill nodded his head and answered, "Can't fight that 
logic. I'll take Florida if you give me six points and 
bet something more than your usual two dollars."

John smiled and answered, "OK, make it fifty. At least 
I'll recoup a little of the money Tammy's losing 
tonight. You're on."

The women watched the men file out of the house, pile 
into the cars and drive away. Tammy disappeared into 
the kitchen and returned after the men had left. She 
carried a shiny metal can in her hand, about the size 
of a Campbell's soup can. It had a small flexible tube 
sticking through the top and some kind of trigger 
mechanism that seemed to control the flow of whatever 
was inside the can.

"What's in the can?" Kourtney asked.

"These cans are not only going to make us rich," Tammy 
answered with a smile, "they will also make our lives 
much simpler. I've signed an exclusive distribution 
plan with the inventor and manufacturer of a major new 
development in spousal relations. Ladies, in this can 
is a secret formula, made of only pure and one hundred 
percent natural ingredients; it will change our lives 
and the lives of women as we know it."

Leslie looked at Kourtney, and they laughed loudly. The 
other women joined in as Tammy angrily stomped her 
foot, trying to get their attention.

"Quit laughing, I'm serious," Tammy said loudly.

Leslie wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "Sorry, 
Tam, but you gave almost the same speech when you 
showed us the disposable clothing line. So what's in 
the can?"

Tammy sighed and answered, "This can contains a love 
potion, Dr. Rui's Amazing Love Potion in a Can to be 
exact. All you have to do is have the man of your 
dreams -- or your husband -- breathe the contents of 
the can and he instantly falls head over heels in love 
with you, doing your every wish and desire. The great 
part is this, it works for a month, and then the potion 
needs to be re-administered, that's how we become rich, 
by selling the cans every month."

Kourtney looked at the group of women, folded her arms 
and said, "That has to be the most ridiculous thing 
I've ever heard of."

Tammy stared at her and said, "It's guaranteed to work. 
There's also a product formulated for females, it's a 
little different, it guarantees two hours of lustful 
desire. I ordered one case to use as a demonstration 
tonight and this is one of the cans. I'm the exclusive 
dealer for that product too, but obviously, I don't 
want to sell that stuff, not yet anyway. Kourtney, 
since you're the skeptic, you're the first volunteer. 
Which person in this room would you like to lust after 
tonight?"

Kourtney laughed loudly, looked around the room and 
pointed at Tammy, "How about you? If this works, I'll 
be more amazed than anybody."

Tammy sighed deeply and answered, "OK, me. Step up 
here. Everybody else pair off. Tammy handed cans to 
each pair of women and returned to her spot next to 
Kourtney.

Kourtney giggled and said, "Like I would lust after 
another woman. OK, I'm ready."

Tammy handed the can to Kourtney and placed the tube in 
her mouth. "Just breath in as the gas fills your mouth. 
You need to breathe as much of it as you can. Close 
your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to. 
Everybody else do the same."

Kourtney nodded her head, and Tammy pulled the 
triggering mechanism. A soft, hissing noise came from 
the can and Kourtney breathed deeply. She closed her 
eyes and breathed in the canned gas. When the hissing 
stopped, Tammy turned Kourtney away from the women and 
stood in front of her. She took a deep breath and said, 
"Is everybody ready. Make sure your partner looks at 
you first. Ready?"

The women answered yes, and Tammy continued, "OK, the 
girls who breathed the gas, open your eyes and look at 
your partner."

Tammy looked at Kourtney as she opened her eyes. Kourt 
blinked a few times, stared at Tammy and announced, "It 
doesn't work."

The rest of the women muttered similar things and they 
all turned to Tammy. "It takes a few minutes to kick 
in. Let me run upstairs and get the instructions to 
make sure we did it right. I'll be right back."

Tammy bounded up the stairs and entered her bedroom. 
She grabbed her clipboard, sat on the bed and studies 
the instructions. She read them twice and couldn't 
figure what went wrong. She began reading the 
instructions a third time, when she heard a soft knock 
on the door. Kourtney peeked into the bedroom and 
smiled at Tammy.

"Can I come in?" Kourtney said sweetly.

"Yeah. I don't know what went wrong? Maybe this stuff 
is a scam; John's going to be so mad at me."

Kourtney looked at Tammy, her eyes filled with emotion.

"I don't know," Tammy continued. "Maybe after a woman 
takes this stuff, they fall in lust with the first man 
they see, not the first woman. If that's the case, we 
better be careful and make sure everybody sees their 
own husband first."

Kourtney sat next to Tammy and said, "Maybe... I've 
never noticed how beautiful your eyes are; they're so 
green. How do you stay so thin?"

"Like you need to ask me, your body is better than 
mine?"

"You think?" Kourtney answered. "I'm chubby and my 
boobs are too big."

"You are not chubby and your boobs aren't too big. I 
would love to have boobs like yours."

"They're not as nice as yours; yours are so perky."

"I would die to have ones like yours. Just once, I 
would like to show serious cleavage."

Kourtney leaned toward Tammy and pushed her arms 
together, causing her breasts to push together. "Like 
this?" Kourtney asked as she looked down at her chest.

"Yeah. I would love to do that to somebody, just once."

"You have enough to do it. Put your arms together and 
lean over a little."

Tammy giggled and imitated Kourtney, pressing her 
breasts together and leaning forward. She looked down 
at her own chest and giggled at the small amount of 
cleavage that appeared. "See, almost nothing." Tammy 
looked up at Kourtney who was intently staring at 
Tammy's breasts.

Kourtney moved her hands and put one on each of Tammy's 
breasts, "They're beautiful."

Tammy couldn't move, she wasn't sure if she should be 
happy that Dr. Rui's Amazing Love Potion in a Can 
seemed to be working, or if she should be mad at 
Kourtney for playing a joke on her. Either way, Tammy 
realized she needed to get out of the bedroom and into 
the living room with the rest of the women. She firmly 
moved Kourtney's hands off her breasts and said, "I 
think we better check on everybody else."

Kourtney giggled and tried to put her hands around 
Tammy's waist, "Everybody else is doing just fine."

"I think I better check on them," Tammy insisted.

"Stay here, alone with me," Kourtney pleaded as she 
moved a hand to Tammy's breast and softly caressed it.

Tammy pushed Kourtney's hands away again and stood. She 
heard somebody running up the stairs and the bedroom 
door burst open. Leslie looked at Tammy and said, "Help 
me! Terry's..." Leslie breathed deeply and closed the 
door behind her, holding it closed, "Terry's out of 
control, you've got to do something, isn't there an 
antidote or something?"

Tammy stared blankly at her, pushing Kourtney's hands 
off her again, "The stuff really works?"

"Yes! It works," Leslie yelled, "but you have to do 
something!"

There was another knock on the door, and Tammy heard 
Terry say softly from outside, "Leslie, are you in 
there?"

Leslie held her finger to her lips and shook her head, 
a terrified look on her face.

"No, Terry, she's not in here," Tammy answered.

"Yes she is, Terry." Kourtney yelled as her hands moved 
toward Tammy's breasts again.

Tammy turned to look at Kourtney and watched as 
Kourtney pulled her blouse over her head and the cups 
of her bra down, exposing her breasts to Tammy. "You 
said I had nice boobs, why don't you see what they feel 
like?" Kourtney stepped toward Tammy, pushed her onto 
the bed and lay on top of her. Kourt pushed her hand 
under Tammy's top and placed it on Tammy's breast. She 
softly massaged Tammy's breast and moved her head to 
kiss Tammy. Tammy looked toward the door, somehow 
hoping Leslie could help her and found Leslie pinned 
against the door, Terry passionately kissing her, her 
arms wrapped around Leslie's waist as Leslie's arms 
flailed in the air.

Tammy somehow pushed Kourtney off her and ran toward 
the door. Leslie had given in to Terry's desires and 
was now returning Terry's kisses, her hands pulling 
Terry closer. Tammy opened the door and bounded down 
the stairs. As Tammy reached the bottom of the stairs, 
she heard Kourtney call her name from the top of the 
stairs and looked up.

Kourtney had stripped off her blouse and was cupping 
one breast, licking her nipple with her tongue, "C'mon 
Tammy, don't these look delicious?" she said with a 
hedonistic look on her face.

Tammy stepped toward the living room and found eight 
pairs of women in various states of undress. Two women 
were laying on the sofa, their heads buried between 
each other's legs. One woman was valiantly trying to 
fight off her partner's advances, but her blouse was 
already stripped off and she was about to give in. Her 
words were telling her partner to stop, but her face 
was full of hunger.

"Ohmygosh! This stuff really works," Tammy said to 
herself as her mouth opened wide in amazement. She 
stared at the women in her living room, amazed by the 
scene; it looked like a bad porno movie. Tammy didn't 
hear Kourtney appear silently behind her until Kourt's 
hands wrapped around her waist. She turned to push 
Kourtney away, only to be met by Kourt's lips pressing 
against her own lips as Kourtney's hand moved up her 
stomach to her breast.

Tammy put her hands on Kourtney's shoulders, trying to 
push her away. Her protests grew weaker as her passion 
grew from Kourtney's relentless kisses and caresses. As 
Kourtney removed her lips from Tammy's and moved her 
kisses to Tammy's neck, she pushed Tammy's blouse 
higher.

"I'm not going to be able to fight you off for two 
hours am I?" Tammy asked lustfully as Kourtney pulled 
on the cup of Tammy's bra

Kourtney shook her head and moved her kisses Tammy's 
now exposed breast.

"I guess this is my fault anyway. I may as well take my 
medicine." Kourtney pulled Tammy's nipple between her 
mouth, gently nibbling it as her hand unbuttoned 
Tammy's slacks and her hand slid inside. "Why the fuck 
not," Tammy said to herself as she slid her pants past 
her hips and felt Kourtney's hand slide between her 
legs.

"Ten minutes left in the game, Bill. Want to pay up," 
John said with a huge smile on his face.

"No way, it's not over 'till the fat lady sings," Bill 
answered. "Hey George! Another round," he yelled at the 
owner of Box Seats as he passed by carrying a case of 
bottled beer.

"Be right up," George answered. Remembering Tammy's 
request, George rested the case of beer on his leg, 
balancing it with his left hand. He looked at the watch 
on his right hand and said, "Can't boys. It's after ten 
o'clock; time for you to go home."

"What!" the party of men said loudly.

"I'm not going to lie to you, John. Tammy called me 
earlier and told me to kick you out of here at ten. I'm 
not getting on her bad side; she might try to sell me 
octopus ice cream or something. Now get out of here."

Bill answered, "See you, John. The little lady is 
calling you."

"You too, Billy, all of you. Get out of here now or I'm 
gonna make you buy some ostrich burgers," George said 
as he walked to the bar.

"John," Sean said looking at him and nodding his head. 
"You got some 'splaining to do," he said in his best 
Ricky Ricardo impression.

"I say we stay till the end of the game, then we go," 
John replied. "The girls can wait."

The group of men cheered loudly and high-fived each 
other. They returned their attention to the game, which 
had five more minutes left to play.

George looked at them from behind the bar and 
approached them. "You guys still here? Get out of here 
before Tammy comes down here with a truckload of T-
shirts for me. And remember, you're supposed to go back 
to Tammy's place. If you don't, and I do get another 
truckload of whatever Tammy is selling this time, next 
time you come in, I'll make each of you buy two cases 
of it. That includes you, John."

"But George," the men whined.

"Out!" he said, "or do I have to get Vince and Rocky to 
throw you out?"

"OK, OK," John said, "We're leaving." The men grabbed 
their coats and went out the door and into their cars. 
They drove home in silence, the men sadly staring at 
John as the play by play of the championship game 
played on the radio.

All of the women except Tammy sat in the living room, 
fully dressed, the buttons of their blouses fastened 
higher than they were earlier. They stared at the 
floor, the walls, the boxes stacked along the wall, at 
anything but each other.

Tammy bounded down the stairs with a smile on her face 
and whistling loudly. She took one look at her friends 
silently sitting in the living room, avoiding each 
other's eyes. "C'mon girls, what's the matter?" she 
asked.

Ten pairs of eyes looked up at Tammy, six mouths 
frowned and the six pairs of eyes returned their gazes 
to whatever they were staring at before Tammy entered 
the room.

"You don't understand what's going on here, do you?" 
she asked. "Think about it, the women's formula works 
exactly as advertised, that must mean the man's formula 
must be equally as effective."

Leslie looked up with a frown and whined, "I don't 
believe I just made love with Terry,"

"We have to chalk it up as a mistake, we'll know better 
next time," Tammy said cheerfully, "and anyway, it 
wasn't that bad, was it?" she said with a giggle as she 
glanced at Kourtney.

Kourtney smiled wickedly and admitted, "I guess not."

"When the men get here, we can't try it on all of them 
together, but I think we need to do it here, so we can 
all see the results. But, we don't want all of them to 
see what happens. How do we do this?" Tammy asked.

Terry replied, "Why don't you take John upstairs, have 
him take it then come down with him, we'll be able to 
see the results that way."

"It can't be John and Tammy," Kourtney answered, "If it 
didn't work, maybe John would fake it so Tammy could 
sell the bottles to us. It has to be somebody else, 
I'll do it with Sean."

Leslie answered, "It can't be you Kourt, what happens 
if it didn't work, but you have some lingering affects 
from your bottle and you decide to cover up for Tammy."

"Then who?" Tammy asked.

"I'll do it," Leslie answered, "Bill's been a jerk 
lately, I want to see him treat me like he did when we 
were dating."

"Any objections?" Tammy asked. The room remained silent 
and Tammy continued, "Then it's decided, Leslie will 
take Bill upstairs, give him the love potion and come 
back down."

As Tammy finished her sentence, the front door opened 
and John walked in silently, followed by the men, all 
of them staring angrily at Tammy. "What?" Tammy asked.

"George kicked us out," Bill answered, "Just as the 
game was getting good."

"That's sweet, honey." Leslie told her husband. "Can I 
talk to you alone for a second?"

"Sure sweetie. The game's over anyway."

Leslie took her husband's hand and walked up the 
stairs, as she passed Tammy, Tammy handed her a can and 
winked at her.

As Leslie closed the door behind her, she smiled at her 
husband and said, "I just wanted to tell you how much I 
love you. I would do anything for you."

Bill laughed quietly and smiled at his wife. "I love 
you to, sweetie. I would do anything for you, too."

Leslie kissed her husband on the lips and smiled at 
him. "Anything?" she asked.

"Anything," he responded as he kissed her again and 
smiled.

"Good," Leslie answered as she handed him the chrome 
bottle. "Try this."

Bill looked at the bottle, then at his wife. He held 
the bottle above his head and examined the bottom of 
the can. " Dr. Rui's Amazing Love Potion in a Can? What 
the hell is this?"

"Just try it."

Bill shook the bottle and held it upside down. "Is this 
one of Tammy's schemes?" he asked.

Leslie nodded her head and answered, "Yeah, but I think 
this one actually works."

"You said that about the disposable clothing and the 
ostrich burgers too."

"Just try it. Put this end in your mouth, press the 
trigger and breathe it in."

Bill hesitatingly placed the tube into his mouth then 
pulled it out, "This stuff isn't going to kill me, is 
it?" he asked.

"Of course not," Leslie answered. Bill replaced the 
tube in his mouth and placed his finger on the trigger. 
"At least I don't think it will," she said with a 
smile. Bill tilted his head, raised one eyebrow and 
looked at his wife. "I'm kidding," she said. "Turn 
around and stare at the door. When you're done 
breathing all of the air in the can, turn around and 
look at me."

Bill shrugged his shoulders and turned away from his 
wife. Facing the door, he pressed the trigger and 
breathed in the contents of the can. It had a sort of 
sweet smell to it, a little fruity, he decided. As he 
breathed in the last bit of air, there was a knock on 
the door and Tammy opened the door a crack. Looking in 
she asked, "Is everything okay in here?"

Bill smiled at Tammy and answered, "No problems. What's 
this stuff supposed to do anyway?

"Close your eyes! Close your eyes!" Leslie yelled as 
she grabbed her husband by the waist and turned him 
away from the door.

"Why?" Bill asked dumbfounded by his wife's actions. 
"You know, I never noticed how pretty Tammy's eyes 
are."

Tammy looked at Leslie with a flustered look on her 
face. "Oops," she said as she closed the door behind 
her.

"There has to be an antidote," Leslie told Tammy over 
the phone.

"I told you, I called this guy in Brazil last night, 
Dr. Rui, and he told me the only thing we can do is 
wait until it wears off."

"A month. I have to listen to him talk about you for a 
month?" Leslie said exasperated. "Do you realize that 
from the moment we left your house last night, until he 
went to sleep, all he could do was talk about how 
pretty you are, how smart you are, how pretty your eyes 
are, how sexy your body is? I don't think I can take 
much more. Then when he woke up, he wanted to call you 
to see how you were doing, to see if you needed help 
cleaning up or if there was anything he could do for 
you."

"Oops," Tammy answered as the doorbell rang. 
"Somebody's at the door, I'll be right back."

"Call me back, I've got to run to the grocery store. 
You've got to do something, Tam."

"I don't know what I can do. I'll figure something out. 
Talk to you later." Tammy hung up the phone and walked 
to the door. She knew she had to do something about 
Bill, and she knew she had to break the news to John 
somehow, but she didn't have a clue how to do either. 
She opened the door and a man stood there holding a 
dozen roses.

"I'm looking for Tammy Alvaretto," he said.

"That's me. Did somebody send me flowers?" she asked.

"Brilliant deduction ma'am. Sign here, please."

Tammy signed the paper and handed the clipboard back to 
the deliveryman. "Where do you want them, ma'am?" he 
asked.

"Just hand them to me."

The delivery man shook his head and smiled, "Can't do 
that."

"Why not?" Tammy asked.

The delivery man smiled and answered, "I'll be right 
back."

Tammy's puzzled expression changed as the delivery man 
opened the door of his van and two other men hopped 
out. "Put them all inside," he told them.

"Ohmygosh," Tammy said as she stared at the dozens of 
red roses they carried. "These are all for me?" she 
asked.

The deliveryman arched his eyebrows and smiled, "All of 
them, all fifty dozen of them. Somebody must really 
like you."

Tammy leaned against the door and sighed, the delivery 
man handed her an envelope as he passed. Tammy sat on 
the couch, opening the envelope slowly. The door closed 
and Tammy stared at the mountain of flowers filling her 
living room. Opening the card, she read the words 
handwritten inside.

"Dearest Tammy, I love you more than I have ever loved 
anybody before. I need to be with you. Please be mine, 
Love, Bill."

Tammy closed her eyes, folded her arms on the arm of 
the couch and rested her head in her arms. She took a 
deep breath and walked into the kitchen, glancing at 
the pile of roses as she passed them. She picked up the 
phone to call Leslie and the doorbell rang again. 
Returning the phone to the cradle, she walked into the 
living room and toward the door, carefully stepping by 
the mass of red roses. "More flowers?" she asked as she 
opened the door.

Her mouth dropped as she found Bill standing in the 
doorway, holding a dozen red roses in her hand and a 
bottle of wine. "Hi, Tammy," he said with a lovesick 
look on his face.

"Bill!" she said.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"I guess so," Tammy answered hesitantly as she opened 
the door.

Bill smiled at her warmly and stepped into the house. 
"I see you got my flowers. I hope they're not too 
much."

Tammy sighed and answered, "I guess they're not too 
many. Thanks."

"Anything for you, Tammy. Have I ever told you before 
how beautiful your eyes are?"

"Only about a thousand times on the phone last night. 
You can't call me at two in the morning anymore, and I 
don't think it's a good idea..."

"I apologize for that, but I had to hear your voice."

Tammy looked at the pile of roses and answered, "That's 
okay, just don't do it again. I didn't tell Leslie or 
John that we talked on the phone for an hour last 
night."

"Tell them, I don't care who knows I've fallen in love 
with you."

Tammy sat on the couch, an exasperated look on her 
face. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have looked in on 
you."

"It's nobody's fault," Bill answered, "It was fate that 
brought us together." Bill looked at Tammy and asked, 
"Can I get you anything my peach, a pillow, or 
something to drink, or maybe a massage. You look really 
stressed out, a massage would do you good."

"No, I'm fine. Thanks anyway."

Bill moved to the couch and sat on the armrest. He 
reached his hands to Tammy's shoulders and began to 
knead her tired muscles. "Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes," Tammy answered with an absent sigh and a relaxed 
smile. Realizing what she was doing, Tammy stood and 
said, "I mean no. You can't give me a massage."

Bill shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure I can. I'll 
make you feel better than you've ever felt before."

"Please, Bill."

"Tammy, don't you understand? I love you, I want to be 
with you."

"What about Leslie?" Tammy asked.

"Who?" Bill answered as he stood, placed his hands on 
Tammy's shoulders and continued massaging her. "Can I 
get you anything, my little bumpkin. Anything at all?"

Tammy moved away from him and looked at him. A sly 
smile appeared on her face and she said, "As a matter 
of fact, there is something I would love right now."

"Anything."

"I would kill for a banana split right now."

Bill smiled, pulled his car keys out of his pocket and 
headed for the door. As he passed the mound of roses, 
he stopped, turned and returned to Tammy. He shyly 
kissed her on the cheek and smiled at her. "I'll be 
right back, my beautiful swan. Don't move."

"Don't bet on it," Tammy muttered.

"What my dear? I didn't hear what you said."

"I said I wouldn't dream of leaving."

Bill leaned in and kissed her cheek again, then slid 
his lips to hers and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. 
"I will remember this moment forever," he said with a 
big smile on his face, "Our first kiss. I'll be back in 
ten minutes with the best banana split you've ever 
eaten. Then I'll feed it to you and get you whatever 
you want."

He walked to the door with a big grin on his face. As 
he opened the door, he turned and blew a kiss at Tammy. 
She smiled at him and waved to him. Bill closed the 
door and Tammy ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. 
She grabbed her purse and glanced out the window, 
Bill's car was just leaving the driveway. Tammy ran 
back down the stairs and into the garage and into her 
car. Opening the garage door, she turned the ignition 
and backed out of the driveway, nearly running over the 
mailbox on her way out.

Tammy perked her car in the small parking lot in the 
middle of the forest preserve. She was safe there, she 
figured. There was no way Bill could find her there. 
She picked up her cell phone, put her keys in her 
pocket and stepped out of the car. She followed a well 
worn path through the trees, and came upon a large 
clearing in front of a pond.

Tammy found a tree that had fallen, and sat on it, 
staring out into the deserted pond. She set the cell 
phone on the ground, stretched her arms into the air 
and yawned. She was safe there, she was in the middle 
of nowhere, after all, who could find her there?

Tammy heard a sharp cracking sound from behind; she 
turned to find Bill standing behind her, a melted 
banana split in his hand and a huge grin on his face. 
"Hi, my love," he said.

"Bill!" Tammy answered, "What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing. If I didn't 
know better I would have thought you were trying to 
hide from me. It's a good thing I saw you pull out of 
the driveway or I would have spent the whole day 
looking for you." Bill smiled at her and handed her the 
ice cream. "Here's your banana split." Bill scrunched 
his face and continued, "I think it melted a little."

"Bill, we really need to talk," Tammy said as she took 
the ice cream from him and placed it on the ground. 
"You're really not in love with me, it's a chemical 
thing. That stuff in the can that you breathed in last 
night is making you think you're in love with me, but 
you're not. Understand?"

"I don't care why I love you. All I know is that I love 
you with all my heart and soul." Bill knelt on one knee 
in front of her and asked, "My little boo-boo, will you 
marry me?"

Tammy buried her head in her hands and screamed loudly. 
Turning to Bill, she stood and looked at him sternly. 
"Listen, Bill. You're a nice guy and everything, but we 
can't get married, we can't even keep seeing each other 
like this. I'm married to John, and you're married to 
Leslie."

"I don't care about Leslie anymore, and if John wants 
to put up a fight for you, I'll fight him, all I want 
is you."

"Argh!" Tammy yelled loudly as she looked into the sky. 
"You don't understand..." A sly smile crossed her lips 
and she turned to Bill, placing her hand on his cheek 
and smiled at him, "It would never work between us. I 
don't love you and in a month you would be wondering 
what happened."

"I will always love you my darling," Bill answered.

"I know that, pumpkin, but if you really love me as 
much as you say you do..."

"I love you more than I can say," Billy interrupted.

"If you love me that much, then you must set me free. 
Go home and stay with Leslie. You told me you would do 
whatever I wanted, and I want you to be with Leslie."

Bill opened his mouth to protest, but then he 
understood what Tammy was saying was true. He frowned 
and looked at the ground, when he looked up at Tammy 
again, a tear was falling down his cheek as he said, "I 
love you, my precious, and I will do what you wish, 
though it breaks my heart. I will return to Leslie, but 
my thoughts will be of you, of your eyes, your voice, 
your beauty." He stood next to Tammy, wrapped his arms 
around her waist and pulled her to him. Pressing his 
lips against hers; he kissed her passionately. At 
first, Tammy tried to push him away, but the passion in 
his kiss was so great that she gave in to his desires, 
and kissed him back, nearly matching his fervor.

As she pulled him closer, he suddenly broke the kiss 
and stepped back. "I will return to Leslie now, but my 
spirit and soul belongs to you." Bill turned and walked 
slowly down the path. Tammy sat on the tree stump and 
watched him leave dejectedly. As he disappeared, she 
closed her eyes and sighed loudly, relieved that she 
had found a solution to her problem.

"Tammy, You have got to do something about Bill. It's 
been three days and all he does is sit on the couch, 
mope around, cry and repeat your name over and over. He 
looks like a lovesick puppy; I'm beginning to feel 
sorry for him. If you could only see him, then you'd 
know what I mean. He won't eat, he won't go to work, he 
won't do anything but sit in his chair and cry."

"What do you want me to do?" Tammy asked. "I can't lead 
him on or anything."

"I know, but this is crazy. He won't even look at me. I 
tried making love to him the other night, but he just 
shook me off. Do you know what he told me, he said, 'I 
can only make love with the woman of my dreams, and she 
rejected me.' Can't you do anything for the poor guy? 
After all, this is all your fault."

"It will wear off soon," Tammy said.

"Soon? Three and a half more weeks, I'll be in the 
nuthouse by then, and so will he if he can last that 
long. Did you call the inventor again?"

"Yes, but Dr. Rui still says the only thing we can do 
is wait it out."

"There has to be something you can do. Maybe if I bring 
Bill over to see you, he might cheer up a little."

"Ummm, I don't think that would be a good idea," Tammy 
answered, "I mean, when he's around me, it's not a 
pretty sight. He looks at me with his big blue eyes and 
offers to do whatever I ask him to. If I were you, I 
couldn't stand to see my husband acting like that with 
some other woman."

"Well... maybe if I wasn't there, and Bill was alone 
with you, then..."

"No way. Do you remember when you tried to fight off 
Terry?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, this is worse. He doesn't attack me, but do you 
know how tempting it is, I mean he offers to do 
everything I want, anything from massages to... Well, 
you know, and he treats me like a queen. I don't think 
I should be left alone with him."

"Well what the hell do you say we should do then?" 
Leslie asked with more than a hint of jealousy.

"I don't know?" Tammy admitted.

"You know what he's doing now?" Leslie asked, "he's 
sleeping in his chair, and he keeps repeating your name 
in his sleep. Tomorrow, at ten in the morning, I'm 
bringing him over, I think if he sees you and you talk 
to him nicely, he might feel a little better."

"Leslie, I don't think..."

"I don't care what you think!" Leslie said sharply, 
"This is your fault, deal with it." Leslie hung up the 
phone angrily.

Tammy looked at the phone blankly, closed her eyes and 
said to herself, "I finally found something that really 
works, and look at the mess I'm in."

Tammy opened the door the next morning and found Leslie 
standing there. Bill was behind her, a big grin on his 
face. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tight 
T-shirt that showed off his well muscled body.

"Are you just going to stare or are you going to let us 
in?" Leslie asked.

Tammy moved to the side and Leslie pushed her way in. 
Bill smiled warmly at Tammy, and pulled a bouquet of 
flowers from behind his back and handed them to her, 
"For you, my love."

Tammy smiled at him, her lips pressed tightly together. 
He reached toward her and kissed her on the cheek and 
waltzed into the house. Leslie looked at him and said, 
"Sit down on the couch, don't move. I need to talk to 
the love of your life in the kitchen."

Wordlessly, Bill nodded his head and frowned at Leslie. 
He turned to Tammy and smiled at her, battering his 
eyes and waving his fingers at her.

Tammy smiled at him and waved back. Leslie grabbed her 
hand and angrily pulled her into the kitchen. "Go get a 
bottle of that stuff, the stuff for women?"

"The women's formula?" Tammy asked puzzled. "That's not 
going to do any good, not unless you want to force 
yourself on your husband or you want me to..." Tammy 
paused for a moment, "uh-uh," she continued, "I'm not 
going to do it."

"Yes you are. You are going to take that stuff, look at 
MY husband and make him happy for a couple of hours."

"I can't, I mean, what about John? And what about you?" 
Tammy protested.

"John will never know, and I can deal with it... I 
think. Do it. Now!" Leslie ordered.

"But..."

"Argh! Come with me." Leslie grabbed Tammy by the hand 
and pulled her back into the living room. As Bill 
noticed Tammy enter the room, he stood and timidly 
smiled at her. Which box has the stuff we're looking 
for?" Leslie asked.

Tammy pointed toward the correct box; Leslie pulled a 
can out of it and handed it to Tammy. "Here. "You know 
what to do with it."

Tammy took the can from her and answered, "I can't do 
this."

"Yes you can and you will. Now close your eyes and take 
your medicine."

Tammy obediently closed her eyes and stuck the tube 
into her mouth. Pressing the trigger, she breathed the 
formula. As the hissing stopped, she heard Leslie tell 
her, "OK, now turn around and follow me."

Leslie led Tammy toward her husband and Tammy kept her 
eyes closed. As they passed the coffee table, Tammy hit 
her shin on it and said loudly, "Ouch!" Opening her 
eyes, she looked at her leg and rubbed it. As she 
looked up, she looked straight into Leslie's eyes."

"Oh shit!" Leslie said softly.

"What?" Tammy asked innocently. When she realized what 
had happened, it was too late. She stepped toward 
Leslie, a lustful look on her face. Leslie ran away and 
stood next to Bill on the couch. She grabbed his hand 
and pulled him up; he stood there silently, staring at 
Tammy. Leslie hid behind him and yelled out, "You don't 
want me, you want him!"

Tammy shook her head slightly and stepped toward them 
licking her lips seductively. Bill smiled broadly and 
stepped toward Tammy, waiting for her to kiss him. As 
he closed his eyes and pushed his face toward Tammy, 
she pushed him aside and he fell onto the couch, a 
confused pout on his face. Leslie ran away again, 
running toward the stairway. Tammy ran after her 
saying, "You are so sexy, Leslie. Come here and let me 
get a better look."

Leslie went up the steps as fast as she could, but 
tripped halfway up. Tammy was above her in an instant, 
laying on top of her and kissing her passionately.

"You don't want me?" Bill said from behind them.

Tammy stopped kissing Leslie and turned to Bill. "No, I 
don't want you. I want her." Turning back to Leslie, 
Tammy pushed her hand up Leslie's blouse, cupping her 
breast through her bra and kissed her lips hungrily.

Bill turned around dejectedly and returned to the 
couch. He sat, stared at Tammy as she seduced his wife, 
a big pout on his face. He leaned forward, burying his 
head in his hands as he whimpered, muttering to 
himself, "She doesn't love me."

Leslie pushed Tammy off and ran up the stairs. She 
glanced both directions and ran into the bathroom. She 
closed the door behind her and locked it, leaning 
against it. The doorknob jiggled and Tammy said from 
the other side, "Leslie, please let me in."

"Go away!" Leslie yelled.

"I won't hurt you, I promise. I want to make you feel 
good, I wouldn't hurt you."

"Go away!"

"You did it with Terry the other night. Is she prettier 
than I am?"

"Go away!"

Tammy shook the doorknob and pleaded, "Please, please 
let me in."

"Go away! Go downstairs and take care of my husband?"

"But I don't want him. I want you."

"Go away!"

"Just one kiss, please." Tammy pleaded. "If you let me 
kiss you, just once, then later on I'll take care of 
Bill. Please. Just one little kiss."

"Go away!"

Leslie heard the doorknob shake, then heard Tammy's 
footsteps move away from the door. In a few moments, 
she heard Tammy's footsteps grow louder, "Please let me 
in," Tammy said.

"Go away!"

Leslie heard a click from the doorknob and realized 
that Tammy had unlocked the door. The door pressed 
against Leslie's back as she desperately fought to keep 
it from opening. As Tammy pushed harder, Leslie found 
herself sliding on the tile floor and the door inched 
open. Unable to keep the door closed any longer, Leslie 
slumped to the floor as Tammy sat next to her. Tammy 
had already stripped off her blouse and bra as she 
stared at Leslie sensually.

"I'm stuck, aren't I?" Leslie asked.

Tammy nodded her head and moved her lips towards 
Leslie's, they pressed against them as Tammy kissed her 
passionately. Leslie gave in to Tammy's desires, 
realizing she couldn't fight her off for two hours. "It 
won't be that bad," she said to herself.

Tammy's robe kept falling open as she followed the 
fully dressed Leslie down the stairs and found Bill 
sitting on the couch in the same position they had left 
him, his head buried in his hands. He was muttering 
something repeatedly, it was only when they were within 
a few feet of him that they could make out his words. 
"She doesn't love me," he moaned repeatedly.

"Go get a bottle, Tammy," Leslie said impatiently.

"No way. I'm not doing it."

"You promised, or did you forget?

"I did?" Tammy asked.

"Yes, when you were outside the basement door and 
wanted to... umm ... get to me, you promised that if I 
let you in you would take a bottle and let Bill make 
love to you."

"I did?" Tammy asked. "I don't remember that. All I 
remember is wanting to... umm, I really said that?" 
Tammy asked again.

"Sure did."

"Do I have to?"

Leslie looked at Tammy wordlessly and nodded her head 
slowly.

"Then again," Tammy answered, "You didn't exactly let 
me in, I unlocked the door and let myself in, so 
technically you didn't hold up your end of the 
bargain," Tammy said with a smirk.

"Go get the bottle," Leslie answered.

Tammy walked slowly to the box that held the female 
formula, and grabbed a can. As she returned, she said, 
"You know, I'm not sure if it's safe to take this stuff 
so quickly. I just inhaled a bottle a couple of hours 
ago, I don't want to get addicted to this stuff."

"Either you're going to take it by yourself, or I'm 
going to shove the stupid tube down your throat and 
make you take it," Leslie answered.

Tammy placed the tube in her mouth, and began pressing 
the trigger. As the air began to hiss through the tube, 
she let go and said, "It would probably be a good idea 
if you left the room."

Bill lifted his head from his hands, looked dejectedly 
at Tammy, stood, and began walking toward the front 
door.

"Not you," Leslie said as she grabbed his hand and 
pulled him back. She walked toward the front door, as 
she reached it she turned the doorknob and turned back 
to Tammy. "I'm going to be watching from outside, no 
tricks."

Tammy held her hand to her chest and said, "Moi?"

Leslie gave Tammy a dirty look and slammed the door 
behind her. The second the door was closed, Tammy put 
the bottle she was holding on the coffee table and 
picked up the can that she had dropped to the floor 
earlier. She put the tube in her mouth and pressed the 
trigger. After a few moments, she released the trigger 
and looked at Bill. Silently, she stepped toward him 
and opened her robe. Tammy tapped him on the shoulder, 
and as he looked up at her exposed body, a huge grin 
appeared on his face.

"Carry me upstairs," Tammy ordered.

Bill picked he up easily and walked toward the stairs, 
as he did, Tammy moved her lips to his and kissed him 
passionately. Her hand moved between his legs and she 
felt his erection through his pants. Once upstairs, 
Tammy directed Bill into her bedroom and closed the 
door with her foot. In the bedroom, she ordered him to 
put her down. Bill followed her orders perfectly, and 
Tammy tightened the robe around her body.

"Sit over there, I have to think," Tammy said.

"But I thought you were going to let me make love to 
you," Bill said with a pout.

"Not now, maybe later," Tammy answered quickly. Bill 
sat on the bed and buried his head in his hands again. 
Tammy looked at him and frowned. She debated whether 
she should do something with him; on the one hand, 
nobody would know, and it might make him feel better, 
but on the other hand, he would only feel better for a 
couple of hours and then would feel as rejected as he 
had earlier, maybe even more so. Tammy sat next to Bill 
on the bed, her robe opening slightly as she sat.

"Now?" Bill asked.

Tammy shook her head with a frown, "Sorry, can't do 
that, but I do have an idea. I don't know if it's going 
to work, but it's worth a shot. Just do everything I 
tell you to, and if my plan doesn't work, then I'll let 
you make love to me. Deal?" she asked.

Bill smiled broadly and shook his head excitedly, 
"Anything you want, my little kumquat."

"First," Tammy said firmly. "Stop calling me your love, 
your peach, and most of all, stop calling me your 
kumquat. Call me Tammy."

"Done, my... I mean Tammy."

"Can you hand me the TV remote, please?" she asked 
sweetly. "We have two hours to kill before we go 
downstairs, I hope there's something good on."

Bill grabbed the remote control from atop the bed and 
handed it to Tammy. She clicked the TV on and rifled 
through the stations. All she could find were soap 
operas and game shows. She turned off the TV and looked 
at Bill, asking, "Nothing good. Is there anything you 
can think of to do?"

Bill smiled at her and opened his mouth. Before he 
could speak, Tammy interrupted him with a smile on her 
face, "I mean besides that."

Bill shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever makes you happy 
my... Tammy."

"Just sit there and look happy for now," she told him. 
She stood and walked to the window, carefully pulled 
open the curtain and glanced outside. The driveway was 
empty, Leslie's car was gone. Tammy smiled wickedly and 
told Bill, "Follow me,"

Tammy walked won the stairs, Bill faithfully following 
her, and went into the kitchen. She picked up the phone 
and dialed the international phone number she already 
had memorized. After a few moments, she heard the phone 
ring.

"Ol ," a voice answered.

"Dr. Rui, this is Tammy Alvaretto."

"Miss Alvaretto, how so very nice to hear from you 
again," Dr. Rui answered, attempting to hide his 
grimace.

"I was just wondering..."

"No, I haven't developed an antidote in the past," Dr. 
Rui paused and glanced at his watch, "four and a half 
hours."

"I know," Tammy answered, "What I was wondering about 
is, let's use this hypothetical situation. Let's say a 
man took a dose and fell madly in love with a very 
beautiful woman. Then let's say, two days later, he 
takes the potion again and falls in love with another, 
nearly as beautiful woman. Does he forget about the 
first woman, or does the second love potion not affect 
him, or does he fall in love with both women, or..."

"Don't do it," Dr. Rui answered, "We tested that 
situation down here, and the effect was very surprising 
and potentially dangerous. The expected part is that he 
forgets about the first woman and falls in love with 
the second woman. The unexpected and dangerous part is 
this, apparently by giving the love potion more than 
once within a month causes a more than fifty-fifty 
probability of a permanent attraction."

"I don't understand, let's say I give a dose to my 
husband, and then another dose in a couple of days, he 
falls completely in love with me, treating me like the 
love of his life forever. What's wrong with that?" 
Tammy asked curiously.

"There's nothing wrong with that, apart from lost 
profits, but you didn't let me finish. The dangerous 
part is this, there's also a fifty-fifty chance that 
the potion will work in reverse with a second dose. The 
subject would remain in love with the first person, and 
be totally repulsed by the second. In a few cases, the 
result was the opposite, the subject fell madly in love 
with person number two, and totally repulsed by the 
first person. In one case, we experimented with 
multiple doses, and the subject would switch between 
complete love for the first woman, to complete hatred 
for the second person, seemingly in the drop of a hat. 
And although it never happened in any of the tests, 
there's a possibility that the person will fall in love 
with both persons, causing what I imagine would be one 
very confused man. There's even the possibility of the 
subject being repulsed by both, but I think that would 
be a very small chance."

"So you don't think it would be a good idea?" Tammy 
asked.

"Not at all," the Dr. Rui answered. "Too many 
variables, with a chance of causing permanent emotional 
damage. Multiple doses also may cause sudden coma-like 
drowsiness."

"One more question, doctor, then I'll let you go. Is 
there any harm in a woman taking repeated doses?"

"That," the doctor said with confidence, "is something 
we've thoroughly examined. As far as we can see, there 
is no danger. However, we continue to test the product 
on various women to verify its safety. Just last night, 
my colleagues and I tested the product on three young 
female volunteers. We administered the product multiple 
times within a two hour period, and apart from 
uncontrollable lust, multiple orgasms and 
insatiability, there were no problems at all with any 
of the three subjects. Of course, when we were done 
testing them, we were all extremely exhausted, but that 
is to be expected."

"Of course," Tammy answered. "Thanks doc," Tammy said 
as she hung up the phone.

"Leslie should be here any second now," Tammy said to 
Bill as he sat dejectedly on the couch. He nodded his 
head quickly and returned his head to his hands. "That 
means we have to pretend we're in the midst of passion. 
Take off your clothes."

Bill arched his eyebrows, looked at Tammy with his eyes 
wide open. He quickly stripped off shirt. He glanced at 
Tammy, waiting for her to tell him to stop, when she 
didn't, he stripped off his pants and underwear in 
motion. He stood in front of Tammy completely naked, 
his excited penis sticking straight out.

"Ohmygosh!" Tammy exclaimed as, "Why didn't you tell me 
you were... you are... ohmygosh!"

Tammy heard a car pull into the driveway, she stepped 
toward the door, making sure it was Leslie. When she 
was a few feet away from the window, she heard the 
doorknob jiggle. Tammy sprinted back across the room, 
stripping off her robe and jumping into Bill's arms.

She reached her hand down between Bill's legs and was 
about to push him into her, when the front door opened. 
She began pumping her body against Bill and moaning 
loudly, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me oh yes, fuck me big 
boy."

Bill pushed his member into her and she moaned loudly, 
partly from the surprise of his action, partly from the 
slight pain she felt as his extra large member 
penetrated her, but the moan was mostly caused by the 
intense pleasure she felt as he entered her.

"Tammy?" she heard a deep voice come from the door. She 
turned and saw her husband John standing just inside 
the door, his mouth open wide as he stared at his naked 
wife being held in the air by his equally as naked 
friend.

"John!" she said excitedly. Bill pushed into her and 
she moaned loudly, "This isn't what..." she moaned 
again as Bill pushed into her again, "Isn't what it 
looks like."

"It's not?" John answered, "Then what exactly is it?"

Bill began moving Tammy quickly, causing his member to 
penetrate her deeply and quickly, "Stop..." Tammy 
managed to say before she moaned loudly.

Bill stopped moving, but quickly returned to thrusting 
in and out of Tammy when she pushed against him, 
pushing him back into her.. She turned to her husband 
and said, "It's not what it looks like... I mean it is, 
but it's not..." Tammy moaned again, "I mean, I know 
what this must look like, but..."

"It looks like you're cheating on me. With Bill of all 
people. What's Leslie going to think?" John asked not 
believing what he was seeing.

"Did somebody say my name?" Leslie asked from behind 
John.

John quickly turned and looked at Leslie, "Can you 
believe this?" he asked, "Tammy's cheating on me, with 
of all people, Bill."

"And what exactly is wrong with Bill?" Leslie asked.

"Well, nothing I guess, but... I mean shouldn't you 
be... I don't know, maybe a little upset?"

"Upset?" Leslie asked, "Upset?" she repeated loudly. 
"Why should I be upset?"

"Isn't he your husband?" John asked.

"Yes," Leslie answered, "This is all Tammy's fault you 
know,"

"It doesn't look like Bill is not enjoying himself, 
and..." John turned his attention from Leslie to his 
wife, "Could you guys stop for a second, at least until 
I figure out how exactly I'm supposed to react." 
Turning back to Leslie, he continued, "How exactly is 
this all Tammy's fault?"

Leslie sighed and leaned against the door. The door 
moved slightly causing Leslie to loose her balance 
momentarily. She caught herself, leaned against the 
door frame and said, "Didn't Tammy tell you what 
happened?"

"I don't think so. As far as I can remember, I don't 
recall her telling me that she was even interested in 
Bill."

"Oh not that," Leslie answered, "What they're doing now 
is what they're supposed to be doing. I mean about the 
love potion. Didn't she tell you?"

"Love potion?" John asked.

"Yeah, the stuff in the cans. She didn't tell you, did 
she?" Leslie asked. John shook his head and Leslie 
continued, "By some miracle, Tammy actually found a 
product to sell that actually works exactly as 
advertised. In those cases over there, there are two 
different products. One, for women, an aphrodisiac, it 
makes any woman completely lust after the first person 
she sees, I sort of made Tammy take that stuff before I 
left here..." Leslie looked at her watch and looked at 
Tammy with a suspicious look on her face, about two 
hours and fifteen minutes ago. It's supposed to last 
for two hours."

Tammy moaned loudly, her body beginning to climax.

"OK," John said as he glanced at his wife and shook his 
head, "This is getting better every minute. Go on."

"And there's also a love potion that causes a man to 
fall deeply in love with the first person he sees. We 
decided to test it out the other night, and I 
volunteered to use Bill as a subject, except instead of 
seeing me first, he saw Tammy when she barged into the 
room."

"So Bill is in love with Tammy?" John asked.

"Exactly."

"OK," John said slowly, trying to understand exactly 
what was happening. Tammy moaned loudly again and John 
turned to look at her. "You don't have to enjoy it that 
much," he yelled. Tammy moaned again as she arched her 
back and shook her head wildly back and forth. "And you 
made Tammy take the aphrodisiac, so she would make love 
to your husband," John asked.

"Exactly," Leslie answered.

"So the person I should be extremely angry with is 
you?" John asked as he tried to ignore Tammy's moans.

"No," Leslie answered. "You shouldn't be angry at 
anybody, I mean Tammy is enjoying my husband..." she 
glanced at her watch and said, "for about twenty 
minutes longer than expected, but only because I felt 
sorry for Bill. He was walking around like a love-sick 
puppy because Tammy ignored him. I figured by giving 
the aphrodisiac to Tammy, that it would make Bill happy 
for two hours. She glanced at her watch again, 
"Apparently, that can must have been extra potent, 
because Tammy is now twenty-one minutes and thirty 
seconds past two hours and seems to still be want my 
husband."

Bill placed Tammy onto the floor and Tammy bent over 
the couch. Bill pushed into her again and Tammy moaned 
loudly, feeling him push into her. Leslie and John did 
their best to ignore Tammy's excited moans. Leslie 
pulled John outside and closed the door behind her. 
Tammy's moans still could be heard, only slightly 
muffled by the closed door.

"It's only supposed to last two hours?" John asked. 
"Explain this to me again, I hear what you're saying, 
but its like the words are coming into my brain, but 
getting rejected because nothing is making sense."

Leslie smiled and explained asked, "Do you get the part 
about the two formulas?"

"I understand it, not necessarily believe it, but that 
part has sort of made it through."

"OK," Leslie continued, "How about the fact that my 
husband Bill is completely one hundred percent heads 
over heels in love with Tammy?"

"I think that's sunk in too. What I don't understand is 
why..." John paused and looked into Leslie's eyes, "Why 
you made Tammy take the aphrodisiac."

"Bill has been completely lost the last few days. He 
hasn't gone to work, he hasn't eaten, he hasn't done 
anything except talk about Tammy and tell me how much 
he loves her. Obviously, Tammy couldn't do anything 
about his love, and even rejected him. She probably 
could have gotten rid of the roses, but..."

"They were from him?" John asked, "I thought she was 
planning to use them for some lame-brained plot."

"Anyway, so I made Tammy take the aphrodisiac, so Bill 
could be happy for at least two hours..." she looked at 
her watch again, "two and a half hours," she said as 
Tammy began screaming passionately from inside the 
house.

"And how am I supposed to believe that this so called 
love potion and this so called aphrodisiac really work? 
I mean, it would be a first for Tammy to invest in 
something that had potential."

"Trust me, it works. When you guys were at Box Seats 
the other night... well, Nevermind the details, but 
trust me, they work."

"I don't believe it," John answered.

"Well then, open the door and see for yourself," Leslie 
said loudly.

"Why can't we just give Bill another dose and make sure 
that he sees you first," John asked, "then he would be 
in love with you, not Tammy."

Leslie slapped herself on the forehead and answered, 
"Why didn't I think of that. You think we can sneak in 
and give him another dose?"

Tammy's passionate scream answered the question. John 
and Leslie opened the door, trying to ignore Tammy's 
screams of pleasure as she lay on her back on the floor 
as Bill drove himself into her. Leslie grabbed a can 
from an opened carton and handed it to John as she 
whispered, "We'll pull him off her, then you hold him 
and cover his eyes; I'll give him the gas."

The couple snuck behind Tammy and Bill, they John 
pushed Bill off of Tammy, covering his eyes and pinning 
him to the ground. Leslie jammed the tube into his 
mouth and pulled the trigger, beginning the flow of the 
love potion. As she did, Tammy looked at them and 
screamed, "No! Don't do that!"

Leslie pushed Tammy away with her foot and said, "Be 
quiet, Tammy!"

Tammy pulled the hose out of Bill's mouth, but it was 
too late, he had already inhaled the contents. Leslie 
looked at Tammy with a satisfied grin on her face, "Too 
late, Tam. Make sure when he opens his eyes, he sees 
me," she said to John. "Ready, one - two - three."

John removed his hands from Bill's eyes and looked 
deeply into Leslie's eyes. Tammy covered her mouth and 
crossed her fingers behind her back as she waited for 
Bill's response. Leslie smiled warmly at Bill as they 
looked deeply into one another's eyes, looking like 
long time lovers. Suddenly, Bill tilted his head, 
furrowed his brow and said, "Get the fuck away from me, 
bitch."

Leslie scrunched her face, looked at Bill puzzlingly 
and answered, "What?"

"You heard me. Get the hell out of here." Bill looked 
down at himself, glanced at Tammy and said, "What the 
fuck is she doing here, she makes me sick. And why are 
you standing in front of me completely naked, Tammy?" 
Tammy covered her breasts and looked at John, her gaze 
settled between his legs. "And what am I doing 
completely naked?" he asked.

"It's a long story," John said from behind him.

Bill turned quickly and his mouth dropped to the floor, 
"John!" he said in surprise,"It's not what it looks 
like, man. I mean..."

John interrupted, "I understand, Bill. Get your clothes 
on and go home with Leslie."

Bill turned to his wife and made an angry face, "I'm 
not going anywhere with that bitch," he said as he 
pulled on his pants, "In fact, if she isn't out of my 
site in two minutes, I might just smack her out of 
general principles."

Leslie stared at her husband, unable to believe what he 
was saying to her. Tammy wrapped her robe around 
herself and tightened it securely. Taking Leslie by the 
hand, she pulled her into the kitchen.

"What happened?" Leslie asked.

"You dunce," Tammy answered, "You reversed the potion 
and got him out of love with me, but because of the 
quick doses, the reaction was the opposite for the 
first person he saw. If you would have asked, I could 
have told you it could have happened."

"I would have asked, but you were under the influence 
of the aphrodisiac."

"No I..." Tammy answered, "I mean I wasn't too far 
under the influence of it, it was just beginning to 
wear off when you and John tackled him. I was about to 
push him off myself."

"And that's another thing," Leslie said suspiciously, 
"I thought the stuff was supposed to wear out in two 
hours, but with you it seemed to last a lot longer. If 
I didn't know any better, I would think you were 
actually enjoying yourself."

With a straight face, Tammy opened her mouth to answer 
Leslie's accusation, when Bill walked into the kitchen 
with John being dragged behind him, his hands 
desperately clutching his leg.

"Where is she?" Bill yelled. "If I ever get my hands on 
her I'm gonna..."

"You better get out of here," Tammy said as she stared 
at Bill. As much as he was in love with her minutes 
before, at the moment, he seemed to hate Leslie with 
even more fervor.

When Bill caught sight of Leslie, he moved toward her, 
only being held back by John as he held on to him by 
his ankles. Leslie ran out the back door, with Tammy 
right behind her. As Bill broke free from John, Leslie 
was just getting into her car. Tammy bravely stood in 
the doorway, blocking Bill's path, "Get out of my way, 
Tammy," he said. "This doesn't have anything to do with 
you."

Tammy batted her eyes at him and answered, "Are you 
sure about that? A few minutes ago it seemed like you 
were very interested in me."

"Yeah, well, that was different." Bill put her hands on 
Tammy, pushing her to the side. Tammy glanced at Leslie 
and realized Bill would make it to the car before 
Leslie could pull away.

"Hey Bill!" Tammy yelled as she opened her robe 
exposing her naked body to him. Bill glanced at Tammy, 
then continued marching to Leslie's car. Suddenly he 
stopped and did a double take, turning back to stare at 
Tammy. He glanced back at Leslie who was now backing 
out of the driveway, then without a second glance, Bill 
turned and walked toward the house. Tammy screamed in 
mock terror and ran back into the house, conveniently 
forgetting to close or lock the door. Her robe still 
open, she his behind her husband and said, "Help me, I 
think he back in love with me."

Bill stepped into the house, his eyes full of love. He 
looked at Tammy hiding behind John and stepped toward 
them. "I love you my little pumpkin," he said. "Make me 
happy again, please," he pleaded.

John turned to Tammy and asked, "Now what?"

"Well, he is our best friend, and I would hate to see 
him be unhappy. And it will only take a couple of hours 
and then I can tell him to go away."

"Can't you just tell him to go away now?" John asked.

"If that's what you want," she answered. With her robe 
still partially open, she stepped out from behind John 
and told Bill, "I can't. I don't love you, I love John. 
It doesn't matter that you have a really..." she 
glanced at John and smiled innocently, "I mean, you 
better go now."

Bill pouted and looked at John, "It would only be for a 
little while."

John shook his head, Bill sat at the kitchen table and 
buried his head in his hands. Tammy frowned at her 
husband and said, "It might be a better idea if he 
stays here for a while. Who knows when he will stop 
being in love with me and start hating..." Tammy 
paused, not wanting to say Leslie's name out loud, "L-
E-S-L-I-E again," she spelled out her name, "As long as 
he's here, maybe we can keep him under control."

"I wouldn't want to see anything happen to Leslie, but 
I cannot let him make love to you. You are my wife you 
know. In case you've forgotten."

Tammy nodded her head and answered, "You're right. I am 
your wife and he's nothing but our best friend. Let me 
break him the news." Tammy turned to Bill and 
continued, "I can't do anything to help you out, but 
you can stay here for awhile, but absolutely no sex."

"Yeah, no sex," John answered. "You can sleep on the 
couch."

Bill's face brightened slightly and he answered, 
"That's great, at least I'll be close to my little boo-
bear."

"Boo-bear?" John asked as he glanced at Tammy.

Tammy shrugged her shoulders and answered, "He comes up 
with the cutest little nicknames. Why can't you come up 
with anything more original than honey?"

"You never complained before, it's what I've always 
called you and you used to like it, or at least you 
said you liked it."

"I do like it, but it's been six years, maybe you could 
come up with another nickname.

"Like boo-bear?" John asked.

"Well, not exactly, Bill sort of came up with that one 
first. Don't worry about it, honey is fine."

"Honey," John said as he glanced at his wife, "Do you 
think you could close your robe?"

Tammy looked down and frowned, "How did that happen?" 
She closed the robe and tightened it securely around 
her. "We better call L-E-S-L-I-E and let her know what 
happened. Maybe she should sleep at a hotel for the 
night, in case Bill's emotions get switched around and 
he decides to go after her. We can't watch him all 
night you know."

"That's a good point," John answered, "Call her up and 
tell her. Tell her if she needs any help all she has to 
do is call."

Tammy nodded her head, walked into the living room and 
sat on the couch. John followed her but was beaten to 
the sofa by Bill, who lovingly placed a throw pillow 
behind Tammy. She smiled at him and rested her head 
against the pillow. As she reached for the phone, Bill 
placed his hand on her shoulder and grabbed the phone, 
handing it to Tammy.

"Thank you," Tammy answered sweetly.

Bill smiled at her and sat next to her. John stared at 
him, slowly shaking his head. "Is that what he's like 
all the time?"

Tammy nodded her head and smiled. "Watch. Bill dear, 
could you go into the kitchen and bring me something to 
drink? Maybe a glass of orange juice."

Bill hopped to his feet and answered, "Anything for you 
my little pookie."

"Pookie?" John mouthed.

"Oh, you are so sweet," Tammy answered. Bill walked 
quickly into the kitchen and Tammy turned to John, "I 
think it's a good idea for me to act nicely toward him, 
you know, not get him angry or anything, then maybe 
he'll stay in love with me and leave Leslie alone.

"Well..." John answered, "Do you really think it'll 
help?"

"It's the best we can do without letting him touch me. 
We wouldn't want that, would we?" she said as she 
dialed the phone. As John was about to answer, Tammy 
said into the phone, "Leslie, where are you?"

"Just pulling into my driveway, why?" Leslie asked 
hesitantly.

"John and I were thinking, maybe it would be a good 
idea if you slept at a hotel or something, for a couple 
nights...or, um, three weeks," she paused nervously, 
barely peeking her eyes up at her friend before 
continuing, "until the potion wears off Bill ."

"Why?" Leslie asked hesitantly.

"You know, in case Bill decides that he hates you again 
and tries to hack you apart with a butcher knife or 
something."

"What do you mean by 'decides to hate me again?'"

"Well, when I noticed he was going to make it to you, I 
yelled at him and when he looked at me, he fell back 
into love with me."

"He did?"

"Yeah, and John warmly invited him to stay here for a 
couple of days. For your safety, of course.

"Of course," Leslie answered coldly. "Do you really 
think he might do something like that to me? And is it 
a good idea for him to be in the same house as you. I 
mean, he is in love with you."

"No, he's fine. I mean John is here with us. What could 
possibly happen?

"Who knows?" Leslie answered. "How long should I stay 
in a hotel?"

"Until the potion wears off, you know, a few days or 
weeks maybe. If you need anything, John volunteered to 
help."

"Well, if I'm going to be out of the house for a few 
weeks, I'm going to need to take at least a couple of 
suitcases with me. Maybe he could help me carry them. 
Hey..." Leslie said as she realized Bill would be left 
alone with Tammy while John helped her, "That would 
leave him there with you... alone."

"Oh don't worry about that," Tammy answered, "I can 
handle him."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Leslie, listen to me, this is Tammy, your best friend. 
I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, no 
matter how tempt... no matter how big... let me 
rephrase that, I would never do anything to hurt you. I 
promise."

"You promise not to touch Bill?"

"I promise. I won't lay a hand on him," Tammy answered 
as she smiled at John.

"Well... okay, I guess I can trust you. Tell John to 
come over in an hour or so, that will give me time to 
pack some stuff up. You promise, right?" Leslie asked.

"Leslie, if you can't trust me, who can you trust?"

"Okay. Call me if Bill's mood changes."

Tammy and Leslie said their goodbyes and hung up the 
phone. Bill returned from the kitchen and handed Tammy 
a glass of orange juice, "Sorry it took so long, but 
you were out of orange juice and I had to squeeze some 
oranges."

"That's so sweet," Tammy answered as she sipped the 
juice. "This is so good! Thank you Bill."

He smiled warmly at Tammy and sat next to her on the 
couch. John stared at them and shook his head slowly. 
"Is this really necessary?"

"We don't want to upset him, do we?"

"I guess not," John answered, "So what did Les... L-E-
S-L-I-E say?"

"She's going to a hotel. She wants you to help her 
carry a few suitcases for her in a couple of hours." 
Tammy said as Bill fluffed another pillow for Tammy and 
placed it behind the small of her back. He then stood 
and moved an ottoman from the other side of the room, 
picked Tammy's feet off the ground and slid the 
footstool next to her. He gently placed her feet on the 
ottoman and smiled at her.

"I think I'll go over now and help her pack, this is 
making me sick."

"Can you do me a favor before you go, John," Tammy 
asked. "Could you bring me my slippers, they're in the 
bathroom."

"Sure, honey," John answered as he began to walk up the 
steps. Bill raced past him and before John could even 
react, Bill was walking down the stairs, Tammy's 
slippers in hand. He gently placed one on each of 
Tammy's feet and asked, "Do you want a blanket?"

"Not now, Bill. Maybe later. Thanks."

John sighed as he walked out the door. As the door 
began to close, he stopped it and re-entered the house. 
He walked to Tammy and kissed her on the cheek. Bill 
looked at him jealously and wiped a little bit of 
saliva from Tammy's cheek as he gave John a dirty look. 
John shook his head and went out the patio door. As he 
passed the open box of female formula, he grabbed one 
and nonchalantly put his hands behind his back. "Bye, 
Tammy. I'll be back in a couple of hours." John stepped 
away from the patio door and then stuck his head back 
through and said, "And don't..."

"I won't touch him, trust me. Bye John," Tammy said as 
she sipped her orange juice and Bill cleaned the 
corners of her mouth with a napkin.

Tammy went to the front window and watched John's car 
pull out of the driveway, telling herself, "I never 
promised that I wouldn't let Bill touch me." When she 
returned to the sofa, stripping off her robe and 
letting it fall to the floor, she found Bill sound 
asleep on the couch. She shook him, trying to wake him, 
but all he did was mumble her name and roll over, 
covering his head with a pillow. Tammy tickled him, and 
Bill remained motionless, a tiny bit of drool falling 
out of the corner of his mouth. Tammy hit him sharply 
on the shoulder, causing him to mumble a few 
unintelligible syllables and pull the pillow down, 
covering his arms.

Frustrated, Tammy ran her hands along his thigh and 
grabbed his soft penis through his pants. She stroked 
him and Bill began snoring loudly. "Dr. Rui said he 
might be drowsy, not comatose," she complained as she 
fell onto the couch.

After watching Bill sleep, Tammy stood, tried shaking 
him again, then walked upstairs and took a long hot 
shower. When she finished with her bath, she dressed, 
pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and walked 
downstairs. It wasn't until she made it into the 
kitchen did she realize that Bill wasn't asleep on the 
couch any longer. He had disappeared. Tammy searched, 
but he wasn't anywhere in the house. She grabbed her 
keys and a can of the female formula and the male love 
potion, stuffing them into her purse before she drove 
off in her car, searching for Bill.

"I thought you said just a few bags," John asked. "Did 
you stuff your entire wardrobe in here?"

"I am packing for a few weeks, and I don't want to have 
to come back here for that entire time. I swear, if it 
wasn't for the size of... Nevermind. Do you need any 
help with that?" Leslie asked as John struggled down 
the stairs carrying three suitcases."

"No," John huffed, "I'm fine."

"If you need any help, just ask. Anyway, can you 
actually believe that Tammy found something that really 
works?"

"It's about time," John answered as he stumbled on the 
last step, regaining his balance before he fell. A 
shiny can fell out of his jacket pocket, falling to the 
floor with a loud clang. Leslie turned back and saw the 
can rolling on the floor, stopping at her feet. She 
picked it up and read the label, " Dr. Rui's female 
formula ."

She glanced at John then back at the bottle then back 
at John. "Is there any reason you brought this stuff?"

John looked at her sheepishly and answered, "I'm a 
little curious, I mean, I still don't believe it 
works."

"Watching Tammy go crazy with Bill didn't convince 
you?" she asked as she placed the can in her purse. 
"Trust me, the stuff works."

"Oh?" John asked, "Did you take it?"

"Not exactly," she answered hesitantly.

"So as far as you know whoever you saw take it could 
have been faking?"

"No!" Leslie answered, "They definitely weren't faking. 
I've seen the effects on Tammy and on Kourtney too."

"Well, I don't believe it," John answered as he placed 
the three suitcases into the trunk of her car.

"If you think you're going to trick me into taking it, 
you're out of your mind."

"I didn't even think that," John answered innocently. 
"Do you want me to follow you to the hotel?"

"No..." Leslie answered quickly, "Well, maybe, if you 
really want to."

John shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's not a 
problem. Let's go."

Bill entered his house and looked around, trying to 
find any trace of Leslie. He wasn't quite sure what she 
had done to him, all he knew was that he needed to get 
revenge on her, for some unremembered motive. He 
glanced around the kitchen, and found an open telephone 
book opened to the hotel section of the yellow pages. 
He found a hotel circled, the Holiday Inn on Main 
Street. Bill smiled to himself and walked out the door, 
bumping into Tammy as she reached for the doorbell.

"Out of my way," he growled.

Tammy pouted and answered, "Where are you going?"

"None of your business," he answered.

"Don't you want to... you know... fool around?" she 
asked.

"Tammy," he answered, "I would love to, but you're 
married to John and he's my best friend."

"That didn't stop you earlier," she answered 
coquettishly.

"Well, that was different. I don't know what got into 
me."

"Well I know what got into me, and I sort of liked it. 
Are you looking for Leslie?" she asked.

"None of your business."

"Do you know where she is?" Tammy asked.

"None of your business."

"Ah, so you do know where she is."

"How do you know that?" Bill asked.

"Because if you didn't, you would have said you didn't. 
On the other hand, if you did know, and you do, then 
you would growl at me, 'none of your business,' which 
is exactly what you growled at me." Tammy answered with 
logic only she could follow.

"What?" Bill answered.

"Nevermind," Tammy answered. "What's important is you 
know where Leslie is, and I know that you know where 
she is. I," Tammy added with a pause, "don't have any 
idea where your wife is. I do know that she is with my 
husband and at some hotel. So you see, I have just as 
much reason to be mad at her as you do, maybe even 
more. You probably don't even know why you're upset 
with her. Do you?"

"Not exactly," Bill answered.

"I don't suppose this will work again?" Tammy answered 
as she pulled her sweater up and exposed her breasts to 
him.

"Quit showing me your tits, Tam. You're a married 
woman," Bill answered as he stared at her chest, "I'll 
make you a deal. If you drive me to where they're at, 
I'll tell you where they are."

"Deal," Tammy answered as she pulled her sweater down.

Leslie sat on the bed and pulled the can out of her 
purse. She flipped it to John who caught it deftly in 
his hands as he dropped her suitcases. "So you don't 
think this stuff works?"

"Not at all," he answered.

"I'll make you a deal," Leslie answered, "I'll let you 
see that it actually works, on one condition."

"And what's that?"

"I'll get to that in a second. Let me explain why I'm 
willing to do this. As you know, Bill hasn't been 
himself the last few days. But between Tammy using the 
formula and Terry using the formula and seeing me 
first, I've been a little... shall we say oversexed but 
under-satisfied, if you know what I mean."

"Wait, Tammy used this stuff and saw you first? Terry 
too?" John asked.

"Yeah, it wasn't supposed to happen like that, but it 
did. And as far as I know, Tammy could have been faking 
the effects of the formula, and Terry could have been 
too. I want to see how exactly the stuff makes me feel 
and you want proof that it actually works. The way I 
see it, I lent my husband to Tammy, the least she can 
do is lend me hers."

"You think they are... you know?" John asked.

"You mean now? Tammy's probably screaming in ecstasy 
right at this very moment."

"But she promised."

"Yeah, but did you see the way he looked at her. No 
woman can not give in to a man that is that head over 
heels in love. Not for long anyway. So if you're 
willing, I'll take that stuff right now and you can see 
it in action."

John took a deep breath and answered, "OK, but only to 
satisfy my curiosity." John handed the can to Leslie 
who slowly put the clear tube into her mouth. She 
closed her eyes and pulled the trigger, when the can 
was empty, the door to the hotel room flew open and the 
first thing Leslie saw as she opened her eyes was Bill 
angrily stepping into the room, followed by Tammy.

Leslie hid the can behind her back and John stared at 
Bill as he strode angrily into the room and headed 
straight for Leslie. The expression on Leslie's face 
instantly changed from one of fear to one of unbridled 
lust. She tore off her blouse and jumped into Bill's 
arms.

"Get off me!" Bill yelled.

"What are you two doing?" Tammy yelled staring at John.

"Fuck me stud!" Leslie breathed lustfully into Bill's 
ears. Bill threw her angrily on the bed and stared 
angrily at her. Leslie ran her hands along her body and 
stripped off her bra. Bill collapsed on the bed, sound 
asleep.

"You were planning on screwing my best friend!" Tammy 
yelled.

"Not exactly," John tried to explain. "It's not what it 
looks like."

Tammy placed her hand on her hip and yelled, "It looks 
like to me that you were about to screw Leslie." Tammy 
looked at Leslie who was desperately trying to wake up 
her comatose husband as she simultaneously stripped off 
her pants and underwear. "It won't do any good," she 
told her, "He's out like a match in a hurricane." 
Turning back to John, she screamed, "And you, you're 
coming home with me right now!"

"We can't do that!" John answered staring at Leslie as 
she lowered Bill's pants, "What happens when he wakes 
up, is he going to want to kill Leslie or something. We 
can't leave them alone."

"Well!" Tammy yelled as she put her hand son her hips, 
"Well!" she said a little calmer. "Well," she said 
calmly as she sat next to John, "I guess you're right. 
Do you think she's going to get him up?"

"He looks like he's in a coma," John answered.

"Trust me, he's completely out."

Leslie had Bill's pants all the way off and was 
stripping off his shirt when she turned to Tammy and 
yelled, "This is all your fault!"

"Moi?" Tammy answered innocently. "You were the one 
planning on screwing my husband.`

Leslie ignored Tammy as she yanked on Bill's flaccid 
penis, futilely trying to excite him. She placed it in 
her mouth but Bill just lay there, softly snoring, 
unaware of his wife's desperate attempts to awaken him. 
Leslie straddled him, and moved herself against him, 
before groaning loudly in frustration.

John and Tammy watched Leslie try for an hour to awaken 
her husband. He finally stirred, momentarily opening 
his eyes. As he angrily looked at Leslie trying to 
excite him, the confused emotions in his head 
overwhelmed him, and he fell back to sleep, snoring 
softly.

"Poor Leslie," Tammy said. "She's been through a lot 
the last few days."

"She told me about you taking the stuff and..."

"Ravaging her," Tammy said. "It's a weird effect. All I 
wanted to do was make her have orgasm after orgasm, 
even though what I was doing was something I had never 
even thought of doing before. When Kourtney did it to 
me, I thought I was going to die from multiple 
orgasms."

"Kourtney did it to you? When was that?"

"The night of the party. I never told you about that?"

John shook his head. "Let me get this straight. In the 
last few days, under the influence of this stuff," John 
said as he picked the empty can off the floor and shook 
it, "you've made love to Kourtney, Leslie and Bill?"

"I guess you could say that. Wait, I think he's waking 
up again."

Bill's eyes opened and he saw Leslie above him. When 
she realized his eyes were open, she moved her mouth 
between his legs. Bill raised his head and Leslie 
smiled at him as his penis grew harder. Bill's eyes 
rolled back into his head, he snored softly, and his 
penis once again softened.

Leslie screamed loudly out of frustration and continued 
to seduce her sleeping husband.

"There isn't anything you can do for her?" John asked. 
"I hate to see her like this, she must feel so 
frustrated."

"There is one thing, but I don't know..." she said as 
she looked at John. "What the hell, she lent me her 
husband, I guess I can do the same for her. Tammy 
pulled a can out of her purse and handed it to John. 
"Put the tube into her mouth and squeeze the tube."

"Me?" John answered.

"According to Dr. Rui, a woman can take as many doses 
as possible, without any side effects. If she takes it 
then looks at you, she'll fall into deep lust for you. 
She looks so pathetic trying to wake him up, the least 
I can do is let her satisfy herself with you."

"Me?" John asked.

"She's my best friend," Tammy answered as she pushed 
him toward Leslie. "And it's not like you're exactly 
repulsed by the idea, you've been drooling for the last 
hour and your eyes are about to pop out of your head."

John placed the tube in Leslie's mouth and quickly 
pressed the trigger. Leslie turned to look at him just 
as Bill awoke. Leslie began turning toward Bill, when 
Tammy yelled out, "Don't look!"

Leslie turned to Tammy and then looked at Bill. She 
glanced at Bill for a second before she removed her 
hands from him, stood and approached Tammy.

"No," Tammy said as she backed up.

"What's going on?" John asked.

"She looked at me before she looked at you," Tammy 
explained, "and she..."

"And I want to make Tammy have orgasm after orgasm 
after orgasm," Leslie interrupted.

"Can't you do anything?" John asked.

Leslie kneeled in front of Tammy and unbuttoned Tammy's 
jeans. "I guess all I can do is try to enjoy the next 
two hours. I didn't bring anymore cans." Leslie tugged 
Tammy's pants and Tammy lifted her butt, allowing 
Leslie to pull off her pants and panties. Tammy looked 
at her husband and said, "Enjoy the show, honey," as 
Leslie kissed her inner thigh.

With nothing better to do, John counted Tammy's orgasms 
and enjoyed the show he was being treated to. Although 
he would never admit it to anybody, the scene happening 
in front of him had always been one of his biggest 
fantasies, watching his wife being ravaged by her best 
friend Leslie. Now that it was happening, he realized 
that fantasy was better than reality. Sure, he loved 
the expression on his wife's face as she orgasmed for 
the tenth time, but he felt like he was watching a 
movie that kept repeating the same scene over and over. 
Leslie continued to lick and Tammy continued to orgasm, 
eleven, twelve, thirteen times.

John leaned back in the chair and glanced at Bill who 
was snoring peacefully on the bed. He stirred for a 
moment, then stared at Tammy as she orgasmed for the 
fourteenth time. At first, Bill's expression was of 
anger, then quickly changed to an expression of love 
then changed again to an expression of confusion. Bill 
collapsed on the bed again and snored loudly.

John glanced at his watch. By his calculations, at the 
rate Tammy was going, she would orgasm at least a dozen 
more times before the aphrodisiac wore off. John's eyes 
closed and he fell asleep, occasionally awakening when 
Tammy reached orgasm, awakened by her ecstatic screams.

When John woke up, he glanced at the two women, who 
were now completely motionless. Leslie was curled up 
next to Tammy, her arm wrapped around her waist. Tammy 
and Leslie were sound asleep, apparently exhausted from 
their activities. He yawned tiredly and looked out the 
window and glanced at his watch. It was now ten in the 
evening, and not having anything better to do, he 
closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

"John, wake up," a female voice said.

"What? Where... what's the matter," he said as he 
opened his eyes and looked at Leslie shaking him.

"Look," Leslie said as she pointed toward the bed. 
Tammy was lying back and Bill was on top of her. Tammy 
stared at her husband and moaned loudly. She closed her 
eyes and moaned loudly again and said, "It's not...." 
another loud moan, "not what it looks like," Tammy 
explained, her words coming out slowly and 
breathlessly."

"She says Bill woke up and was sneaking up on me when 
she woke up. She somehow got him to stop hating me and 
loving her. She had to do what she is doing to save 
me," Leslie explained. Tammy nodded her head and moaned 
again as Bill pounded into her.

"Oh," John answered trying to sound nonchalant.

"There's one problem," Leslie answered.

"What's that?" John asked, realizing that Leslie was 
still naked.

"This," she answered as she put a clear tube in her 
mouth. John heard a hissing sound and looked at Leslie. 
Tammy moaned loudly but Leslie continued to stare at 
John. "As her expression changed, Leslie said, "After 
tonight, you and Tammy are going on a long vacation. So 
am I, but as far away from you as I can. But for now," 
Leslie said lustfully, "You're mine."

Leslie knelt in front of John and unzipped his pants. 
Two fantasies in one night, John thought, hopefully 
this one will turn out better than the other one.

He wasn't disappointed.

John stepped off the plane in Hawaii with Tammy a step 
behind. He glanced at her as they took in the warm 
tropical air. She wore a smug look on her face, happy 
that one of her schemes had actually made money for 
once, more than enough to pay for the vacation. Two 
girls wearing hula skirts and small bikini tops placed 
leis around the people that departed the plane in front 
of them. John glanced at Tammy and said, "Too bad you 
didn't let me bring any of the cans with us, I would 
have loved to..."

"I know what you would want to do with the cans," Tammy 
answered as she opened her purse. She pulled a can out 
of the bag and placed the tube in her mouth.

John smiled at his wife and answered, "This is going to 
be one hell of a vacation."

Tammy smiled at him and answered, "Three weeks in 
Hawaii..." she smiled wickedly at her husband, removed 
the tube from her mouth and placed it in his mouth. 
"The way I see it, what better way to have a vacation 
than to have my husband head over heels in love with 
me, tending to my every need and desire. Breathe," she 
ordered.

John's eyes opened wide, but as Tammy pressed the 
trigger on the can, he obediently inhaled the mixture, 
his eyes closed. As the hissing stopped, he felt 
somebody put something over his neck and he opened his 
eyes, finding one of the beautiful island girls staring 
into his eyes with a smile.

"Ohmygosh!" Tammy said loudly. "Here we go again."

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