I was feeling pretty happy with the ways were going in my life. Suddenly, one Friday, I received an email from Professor X stating that she needed to ...ee me regarding a serious issue. I panicked. “What happened? Am I doing too well?” My thoughts raced through my head, trying to figure out the meaning of her mysterious message. As I entered Professor X’s office I could see she had a serious face on. “When were you going to tell me you didn’t need my help anymore?, she shrieked. “I wasted so. “So why not let me show you what I can really do?” She looked at me, and considered for a moment, before nodding. I let her slide off me, before standing and helping her up. I took her hand and led her back to my room, and showed her my collection. She finally smiled and lay down on my bed, and I followed her, kneeling to the side of her and slowly working some vanilla lotion into her legs. I won’t bore you with all of the details, but after a few minutes, I was able to convince her to take her. It rushed to obey him, smoothly forming into a razor-sharp blade about a foot long, and he snatched it out of the air as soon as it had solidified.“Try and remove all that black pus-like substance, I’ll go and get my treatment kit!” she urged him, her eyes wide now with worry as she leapt off the bed.He brought the knife to the toxic looking substance, intending to scrape it from the wound, but a blood-curdling shriek pierced the air as the blade touched the hideous liquid. Jerking his hand. "OK, well if you pay for it now, and then have your first wish right here in the shop, just to prove it works... if it doesn't I'll give you your money straight back!" OK, sounds very fair to me," Mike said. "A tenner did you say?" he was always a chancer."No Mike. It's an absolute steal at ?20. How many people do you know who can really have three wishes granted for ?20?" You drive a hard bargain old man!" Mike grinned, fumbling in his pocket for a ratty old twenty-pound note that could almost.