I noticed that Bruce Lupson was watching us and making more jokes with his cronies. I was fighting the urge to go and beat the crap out of him (or die...trying). Peter didn’t have nearly as much self-control as me, and marched right over to demand: “WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE LUPSON?”Ewan abandoned his radio call and stepped in to restrain Peter from behind, pulling him back a little.“I don’t know what you could possibly mean”, Lupson replied in a taunting tone. “Is something the matter?”I heard. My mind was still pre-occupied with the tight little pussy sitting down in my living room when it suddenly hit me, Porsche’s car was not in the driveway.“I didn’t see Porsche’s car in the driveway?” I asked questioningly. “No, you didn’t. Her car is in the shop so we will have to run her home later,” she said then peeked her head out of the bathroom and said, “So, one of us will have to be light on the drinks tonight.”I was trying not to rush the evening but I was anxious to get home. I made. Things were going even better than expected. Everything was on track. The potion was doing what it was meant to and I was well prepared for each step. Then my aunty came to visit. She had the same questions as my parents - what was I doing in my pursuit of potions. I gave her the same response as I gave my parents and that seemed to satisfy her. As she left, I saw a single hair of my cousins’ drop to the floor. It was an opportunity I couldn’t miss. I scooped it up and stashed it in one of my. Louis. “I have never dreamed of such a place, being stuck in the Midwest all these years.”“Please enjoy your time here,” I said with a slap on the back. At the same moment, his bride of 40 years, Suzanne, wrapped me in a hug that could have taken down a smaller man. I caught her and hugged her more or less at the same time. She only lingered long enough to plant a big, wet kiss on my cheek, leaving her lipstick imprint apparent.“Thank you for saving my daughter from a life of lesbianism!” she.