Magical Sex Potion

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Melvin closed the stall door behind him and collapsed on a toilet seat. He placed his hands on opposite sides of the stall for support as the entire world revolved around him. As the world began to slow its rotation, Melvin heard his cell phone ringing. His gut reaction told him that it was the witch.

"Mel, maybe we should move up our meeting," the witch said as soon as Melvin pressed the phone's talk button and held it against his ear. Her voice still had that silky hypnotic effect that he remembered, and it helped to steady Melvin's sense of balance.

"What's happening to me?" he said. His glasses dipped, and he had to take his remaining hand off one side of the stall and push them back on his nose. He realized that he could now sit without fear of falling over.

"A teeny tiny side effect of the love juice, my dear boy," the witch replied and began to talk in a singsong voice. "Oh baby... I've... got what you need... but you say you're just a friend. Oh, you say you're just a friend." Melvin recognized the tune, but the witch had changed the words. Then her tone of voice changed, and she purred, "So why don't you pop over so we can get friendly?"

"I... I don't... what are you talking about?"

The witch sighed into the phone, "Melvin. It's understandable that you're feeling drained. What you need is some sustenance, and this is exactly what I can provide. At the rate you're going, you're going to need it before your big date tonight. Now I've already called your hottie lawyer, and she's gonna swing by and pick you up after lunch. I have a feeling you're going to need a little pick me up."@@