Gus clasped his hands in his lap as dread and apprehension fought for
control. After talking himself into confiding to a woman he’d mentally
pictured as someone’s granny, the sight of this beautiful young woman now
had him totally flummoxed.
She’s a witch,
he continued to silently remind himself.
She’s also a professional, if there is
such a thing. How do you refer to someone of her ability?
“What do I call
you?” he blurted out.
The woman appeared
surprised. Her eyes widened, making it clear she hadn’t expected him to
ask that question. For the first time he noticed how green her eyes were.
Combined with the wild mane of curly black hair surrounding her face, her
looks were bewitching. Furthermore, something twinkled by her nose. He
intently focused on her face, hoping to see it again. It wasn’t until she
adjusted herself in her chair that he realized it was a tiny diamond stud.
“You may call me Syan.”
“Syan.” It was an exotic
name, and suited her perfectly. He almost smiled when she repeated her
question.
“Mr. Balfour, how can I
help you?”
“Uhh.” His gaze dropped
to his crotch.
Think of her as a doctor. Think of her
as a professional.
Swallowing hard, he bit the bullet. “I have a little penis.”
Her expression never
changed. “Go on.”
“Wait. Aren’t you
supposed to read my palm? Or look into a crystal ball, or something?”
A tiny smile played
around her full lips. “I’m a witch, Mr. Balfour. Not a fortune teller. If
you want your future predicted, I can point you to Madam Claudia. She’s
just a fifteen minute drive from here.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just
that…”
“You’re nervous. I can
understand. Let’s continue. Tell me more about your penis.”
“It’s little.”
“And?”
“And that’s it.”
After a few moments, she
sat up straighter. “Well, it’s obvious I’m going to need a bit more
information before I have an idea what needs to be done to help cure you.
How little is your penis?”
“Three inches.”
“Well, Mr. Balfour, many
men have small penises—”
“When it’s fully erect.”
He waited for it and wasn’t disappointed.
She blinked. “Fully
erect?”
“Yes.”
“Has it always been—”
“Yes. As long as I can
remember.”
She chewed on the corner
of her lower lip. “Are you circumcised?”
“No. So you can throw
the theory that a doctor could be responsible for this out the window.”
She gave a nod,
confirming his suspicion. “Are you a virgin, Mr. Balfour?”
“No.”
Her eyebrows rose. “No?”
Dragging his fingers
through his hair, Gus decided enough was enough. If he had any expectation
that this pretty young woman might be able to help him, he had to stop
beating around the bush.
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