I waited patiently for the weekend to come, watching the small vial of ointment that sat on my dresser. It was all that I could do to avoid using it right away and finding the first woman I could find, but I wanted to wait and do this a certain way.
The old Northwoods B&B, that was the right place. I'd been there before a few years ago. There were always beautiful women staying there or in the nearby town. If the ointment worked as advertised, it shouldn't be any problem finding someone to spend the weekend with.
Friday I took half the day off and shot myself up to the B&B, though it was dark by the time I got there. I checked in with the frendly old woman who ran the place and went to my room, asking not to be disturbed at all. "I'm here to relax, get away from it all." I told her. "It's been a rough week."
I got to my room and immediatly took the bottle out. The old man had told me that all I needed to do was to put the ointment on and choose who I wanted to spend time with. With a smile, I removed by clothes and opened the bottle. It had a strange, musky oder that I'd never smelled before and that filled the room. I went to the window and opened it for some cool, fall air to counteract the smell.
With an evil grin, I dipped my fingers into the ointment and started rubbing it all over myself, anxious to get out and find a date...