Agnes Mykiss stood at her stove checking the red wine casserole she was making a dinner to be shared this evening with George Burrows a man she had acquainted in recent times.
On the shelf above her was her bottle of Miss Marble’s Love Potion.
Agnes had been a friend of Miss Marble for a long time and had spent many an evening on Miss Marble’s veranda doing what all good neighbours do, discussing the other neighbours. During their long discussions Miss Marble had revealed to Agnes the extent of her love potions so now the time had arrived for Agnes she had acquired a bottle of Miss Marble’s Love Potion for the over sixties.
She hummed away as she placed the casserole back into the oven expecting George to knock at any moment. She had found and pressed her best dress, brushed her hair and even found some old make up. It had been a long time and Agnes knew her last love Harry Simmons had died way back when she was a twenty-year-old and she had carried a torch for him all these years.
She had long given up on love. It was a past pleasant memory for her but George had done something to her in their recent exchanges that now led to him coming for dinner.
Agnes knew there would not be many more events like this one so she wanted it to be memorable.
She also knew she needed a bit of help and Miss Marble’s Love Potion she knew would do the trick.
George arrived and was as Agnes expected was his pleasant self. She knew from her mother that a good dinner was important. In shearing terms her father had always said you needed a good dinner to work on.
George devoured his dinner.
He looked very satisfied.
Agnes took her half teaspoon of Miss Marble’s potion.
She knew that it didn’t just work on her. She ran her hand across George’s neck and then the fun began. You see Miss Marble’s Love Potion transferred to whomever you were with.
Now in the grey of the coming dawn Agnes looked across at the sleeping George. He had met all her expectations and exceeded his own. She thought back to that moment when he had touched her and her own long dormant desires sprung to life. In her mind she was a teenager again, full of lust and want and George she could tell was feeling the same.
Their love making was memorable and she wondered if George would remember the night before as she did. What she thought was once lost had been resurrected in no uncertain fashion.
As George slept on Agnes looked across at her dresser and saw the bottle of love potion sitting there, ready to provide another half teaspoon.
She smiled thinking she was glad she’d bought extra eggs and bacon. A man needs a good meal to work on.
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