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I think Stella tells it best...

Stella:

It’s like we didn’t think anything would happen. I mean, an old book, a magic spell to ask the love goddess to bring us the perfect man I think. Rose decided to do it, and I guess I was curious. We’d spent the better part of the day before gathering materials for the magic pot—Rose calls it a brazier, but seemed pissed when I called it a brassiere.

Rose even went down to the astronomy department at the University, where she blew some guy to give us a list of times the next day when the planet Venus would be in the right place in the sky as the spell said had to be done. Actually pretty common, twice a day every day, 1:17 in the early afternoon or early morning. Rose says she didn’t have to give the guy head, he’d have done it if she asked nice, but he was cute and she was between boyfriends since going back to Will was out of the question—or so she said that day, I don’t believe her. For being such a prude a year ago, she’s become a real slut. A big amazon slut, almost as tall as Troy, with boobies that seem to be the focus of attention of any men around. Unfair, they should be looking at me. I’m way cuter. The cow.

Hell, all our regular gang are young, hot and horny, so it’s all good. On the pill and off with the panties. When Troy and I broke up I missed holding his studly body, but since I’ve been getting with Marc, who’s not quite as good looking as Troy but has way more tricks that make me cream, I’m pretty content, sex-wise. Rose sometimes scares me though. She went overboard with the drinking and partying when she was seeing that college guy. But I got to give it to her, now she may have an occasional beer, but I haven’t seen her all out drunk for months. She might be back part-time with Will these days, though they’re being pretty cagey about admitting it.

I guess her weird parent’s sex-life really fucked her up this spring. I remember it ‘cause the summer catalogs had just arrived in the mail and I went over to her place to get her opinion of what would look best on me. There she was sitting on her porch, and when I said “Hi Rose” and she looked up, I couldn’t tell if she was laughing or crying. She did look pissed off. She told me the whole story. Her parents were experimenting with an “Open Marriage” and would occasionally be seeing other people. So today they had both brought their lovers home, and then started arguing and waving the “date” calendar from the fridge at each other and shouting. Their dates left together, and now Carl and Sheila were having make-up sex in the middle of their kitchen floor, as Rose had just discovered, walking in looking for a glass of milk.

After hearing Rose tell me this, I stood there, shocked and for once speechless. Then I heard it, the groans and cries of two old folk in full rut, just on the other side of the door. Gross. I couldn’t leave Rose sitting there listening while her parents made the beast with two backs, so good friend that I am I took her to the mall so she could watch me shop. My mum may be a proud ex-trophy wife, but she doesn’t look half the age of those two fools. Pretty funny if you think about it really, like an x-rated sit-com.

She seemed to be a little happier at the mall—we stopped to talk to Andy at his store—Marc only works there weekends, and he mentioned some new shops at the far end away from the main door off the highway, which sounded fun. All-in-all Andy is a pretty cool guy for a smelly old hippie, he never talks down to the kids who come to his kiosk, and he’s been pretty good to Marc.

I went racing into a hat, purse and assorted things shop I’d never seen before, they had real cool bright-colored scarves from Africa and other accessories that fit my way too tiny shopping budget. A lot of it was from places I’d never heard of before. They also had knick-knacks, some of which were pretty-gross wood figures with huge dicks and impossibly pregnant women with oversized breasts, and there was even a small shelf of musty old books in a glass cabinet. Rose, still basically a girl-nerd from the days before she filled out, started looking at the titles while I was ogling the ancient porno dolls.

“Isn’t this from Aram’s country?” she asked, tapping the glass in front of a Sexy Miskatonikanada Secrets and Recipes.

“I think so. If it is, he hasn’t read it. He has the worst luck getting laid, even when he gets a girlfriend she turns out nuts.”

“Don’t I know. I was the one who pretended to go out with him to get rid of Vicky.”

“OMG! Don’t you know she’s snooping around again. I saw her outside the Will’s last week.”

“OMG!” Then Rose broke out laughing and I knew that her mood was back to normal, even if her parents weren’t. “Poor Aram.”

I left with two bright blue and red scarves and a cute blue knit hat like Mary Tyler Moore wears in the opening of her show, and hot damn they look good on me. Rose asked the bored sales-clerk how much the book was, just under two dollars. “A present for Aram’s graduation next June,” she said. “Besides, if you come across a book that may have magic love-potion spells in a weird shop, you just have to buy it. You’ve seen that movie.”

I hadn’t seen any movie where that worked out good. But a distracted Rose was easier to be around than a depressed Rose. I was so glad I hadn’t peeked into her kitchen, the mental image of what was happening there was more than enough. Still time for a malt before heading back, Carl and Sheila couldn’t still be going at it, but better safe than sorry.

Time passed and I’d forgotten about the book, having broken up with Marc and then getting back together briefly with Troy, until he fucked Annette again and I went crying back to Marc again, who I’d only sort of broken up with. Mum says, if all else fails, try tears, and it seems to work.

About a week ago on a day I was wearing one of the scarves tied around my neck, highlighting my perfect cheekbones and black as coal hair, Rose said, “Remember that book I bought for Aram? It’s mostly crap, but there is this one thing in there I want to try. Not too hard—and it summons up the perfect man.”

“Impossible. No such thing,” I replied,

“You sure?”

I nod.

“Well not perfect, but how about better than what’s around here?” she asks as Will waves at them from across the street pushing the manual lawnmower across the already short grass, because that’s his Sam-assigned weekly chore, if it needs cutting or not. “No point in giving Aram a book that doesn’t work, is there?”

“Would Aram want a perfect man?”

“Sometimes I wonder. But it also can be done for women, it’s just a different time with them—it has to be done at a certain astrological time, we’d need to figure out some astronomy to get that right.”

Hearing this I lost interest, “Whatever”.

Rose added, “We need some ingredients, can you get these?” and handed me a hand-written list. I tried to ignore it, but I guess I was curious. It had a bunch of things that were easy to get, such as some things men liked to lure them in, well Troy used to have some old Playboys in the back of his van hidden in the wheel well were he thought I’d never look, that’ll do. Those are full of things men like, not just naked bimbos, but cars and stereos and booze too. Though if they asked me to pose and paid enough... Some fluids, male and female—a used condom would have those, I could get one from the next time Marc and I fucked. It also wanted figures like the ones we saw in the shop, but they should be modern, not old like those dick-men and knocked-up women—knocked-up in any case didn’t sound that great—well the Playmate photos would do for the female objects then, and my naked Burt Reynolds centerfold from Cosmo magazine had become pretty ratty—I can’t remember the last time I rubbed myself off to it, before Troy probably. It could go. Some common spices, sandalwood incense—I knew Steven’s boss Andy had some at his shop for lame hippies who burnt to hide the smell of their whacky tabacky, not fooling anyone. Rose was right, this looked pretty easy. A trip to the drugstore and mall should supply the rest. And that means a day at the mall!

So that afternoon Rose got on a bus to the U, and I went shopping and then out hunting for Marc to jump his surprised bones.

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