.. !" 'Please' what, Katie?" Please let me come!" I begged. "I didn't mean it -- I won't tell anyone... !" I know you won't! Now, show me what a slut ...you are. Do it!" he barked. "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!'! I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my wife 'cause she is a hot, stay-at-home mommy for our two and a half kids while you think you're too good to give my wimpy ass brother even one baby. So, if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna change."Then -- to my. I think I was the first person to ask her to hang out since she moved here. That day went well. We hung out for a couple hours. Just talking about our lives, but mostly hers. I found out she moved here with her grandma after her mother passed away. She also told me she didn't have any friends yet. I could tell she didn't come from money because of her clothes. They were old and way to big. But I also found out how much I liked her. We had an instant connection. I knew from that first day we. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the dark oak surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the edge of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided. "Likethese. They'll make any woman fall in love with you." No, I'll just take this bottle." Oh well, I tried." The old man looked a little sad for a second. "Then atleast read the instructions before using. That'll be twenty dollarsplease."Dan paid the Old Man and left, thinking, 'How weird.'When he got home he pulled out the bottle and looked it over. He didn'tsee any instructions, then noticed some small writing on the bottom of thebottle. It said. "Bottle of 3 wishes," then had some smaller.