The wind picked up outside and the roof of the cottage groaned. Inside, Branwen groaned too.Finnian snatched the potion out of her hand almost before ...he was done sealing the bottle. “You need one more ingredient,” she said. “A drop of your own sweat—just one drop—from after a hard ride on a good mare.”“And then I suppose I’ve got to think of some way to get her to drink it? Easy enough. Just so you know, if this works you’ll have fortune with the richest family in the county. I don’t forget. Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They areappreciated and warmly received. This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions aremet: 1) The story is not altered in any way 2) The story contains my name and disclaimer 3) You do not make money from the story Megan's New Clothes, part 3 Rachel strode down the busy sidewalks of the downtown core. The weather waswonderful, so shoppers and people-watchers were out in droves. The. The older guy pulled his chair back and turned it so that he could watch both of us. The younger agent just glared at me. For my part I just stared back.I could feel the anger radiating off of him. After a minute or two I sat back in my chair, eased my legs out and got comfortable. Or at least as much as I could in that chair. I never took my eyes off his. When he realized that he wasn’t intimidating me, he started talking. “So, Reynolds, why did you try to kill Mr. Wilcox?”I chuckled. “Well. Or perhaps nights with them in the air!I tell her to “strike a pose”.She seems like a pro, perfect poses. Back arched, sexy smile, but she isn’t happy.She tells me “you don’t know much about foot fetishes, do you?” I smile and shake my head no. She continues, “they like to see the tops, but LOVE to see the soles”.I tell her to “try another pose”, I tell her to get on her stomach, bend her knees back and show off those soles. Mmm... very nice pose. Her soles, her toes, her arches, so pink... I.