Petal Power

By Joe Mudak

Lenny learns that the girl he had a massive crush on in high school is making a living waiting tables. He resolves that she could do better than that, so he invents a little potion that, if it works, will improve his own life as well as hers. But how can he test it to make sure it works?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joe Mudak
• Release date: Apr 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301141432

Joe Mudak

You know it's a guilty pleasure. It starts out innocently enough, of course. An interest. A curiosity, if you would. But it definitely is enough to get you to explore it more and in greater detail. But that's not enough. You can feel your heart racing, your breath growing short. You want to find out more. You need to find out more. You need to explore the twisted mind that you know as Joe Mudak. Who is he? What is this all about? Where will it all end? You know it's wrong but it feels so right, so passionate, so sensual, so ... needful. Now that the beast within you has been uncaged, the only thing you can do is feed it, and feed it you shall... Exposed to mind-altering cartoons, movies, and books as a child, Joe Mudak grew up with a hidden shadow personality that schemed to show the world the joys of reading erotica and now, you can see for yourself the results of those schemes. Let Joe Mudak into your mind; you won't regret it....

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Petal Power

By Joe Mudak

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Copyright 2013 Joe Mudak

Smashwords Edition

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Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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These stories contain strong adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters found in the following stories are 18 or older.

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This story is owned and copyrighted by author Joe Mudak.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner.

Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

Lenny wiped the sweat from his brow and pushed his glasses back up his nose.  Exhaling deeply, he reached into the small wooden box near the simmering beaker and pulled out a rose petal.   Holding the thin piece of flower close to his face, he thought about how incredibly light the red leaf felt between his sweaty fingers.

Mumbling, Here’s hoping this works, he dropped the petal into the beaker.  The edges of the flower glowed brightly for a moment, giving off the appearance of being about to catch fire before the entire petal sank into the bubbling liquid. 

With a kick, he rode his desk chair across the room, guiding himself to his computer keyboard.  He examined his prior notes and typed the following addendum:  Rose petal is dissolving into solution.  By morning, it should be ready to test.

He let out a sigh.  Even though he wasn’t feeling particularly tired, he knew he ought to go to bed.  He shut down his computer, turned the heater below the beaker to its lowest setting, and walked briskly up the stairs.

When he arrived in his living room, he paused at the bookshelf before removing his old high school yearbook.  He carried it under his arm into his bedroom, throwing the book on the bed before getting undressed for the night.

Once he had settled into bed, he rifled through it and found her picture.  She wrote Best of luck to you beneath the picture.  He spoke the five words aloud and grinned slightly.  He didn’t need to see the words to know what she had written; he committed it to memory almost immediately after she wrote them.  He just wanted to stare at her picture and flowery penmanship.  Even after all these years -- ten years to be precise -- his heart still raced at the thought of her.

She was the most gorgeous girl in school and he ... well, he was ... He still couldn’t say the N word.  He remembered that day about two months before graduation