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Rated: 13+ · Book · Fantasy · #539038
I'm beginng to update again, so look forward to more stories!
#199893 added October 21, 2002 at 5:44am
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Day Three, Part Two
         The sweltering heat of Petaling Street really got to me as I trampled around, looking for a certain shop. There was no guarantee that it was still here. It had been five years since I last visited this shop, even though I had passed here quite often when I was in a high school in this area.
         "Magical Items are found where one is least likely to find it. They must be out in the open," I remember hearing one of my teachers saying when he took me here for the first time to find the shop of the man.
         "Woi, Cik adik, cari ubat pengasih ke?" a man said rudely to me. He was asking whether I was looking for a love potion.
         "Kalau ye pun, siapa nak buat dengan awak?!" I said to him in my worst fishmarket's wife voice.
         "Janganla macam itu," he asked me not to be so haughty, before inviting me to see a few of his exotic stuff he kept in his shop. I followed him in.
         "So," he said in a normal voice once we were away from the crowd, "What does the Shikigami MIstress wants?" he said.
         "I need four, specific issues of Playwitch. I know you keep at least five copies of each issue, so you can perfectly spare me one each," I said to him in a brusque manner.
         "Four? Is the cover model for all of them the same?" he asked me. I nodded.
         "I think I know who you mean. He's one of the most handsome men in the wizarding world, although JK Rowling cast him as an uglie. Personally," he said as he went through a stack of mags, "I think he's one heck of a hottie," he said, grinning at me.
         "So you are gay," I said.
         "Not really. I'm a bi. Isn't one of your girls one too?" he asked me, dusting off a mag.
         "I made it clear to them. What they do during their free time is their own. I'm not going to judge them on their sexual preferences," I told him.
         "How many of them hit on you?" he asked me slyly.
         I sighed. "Five. And three were real les," I told him. "The least they could have done was to be original. I know that women are more senstive then men to their partners but they didn't have to tell me that!" I said, blushing, but half in anger too.

Note: I'm not against lesbians. Take this all in the spirit of fun. I'm only 18 FGS!

         "Ah, here they are. What, you're not going to look?" he asked me as I shook my head.
         "Call me weird, but I have this thing about looking at other's prop when I've promised it to them. I won't look unless they let me," I said.
         "And I thought getting into this business is weird," he said.
         "Usual people paying?" he asked.
         "Yup. Thank," I accepted the bundle from him.
         "Whoever that guiy is, I hope he likes the pics!" he said as I left the shop.
         "It's a girl!" I shouted back.

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