Jon looked about the place the old man pointed at as he held one tight fist about the man's neck. Growning the man suggested one jar that fit Jon's wish well.
Letting the man's neck loose Jon coveted the jar tight to his chest. Suddenly he looked with a sly stare at the short old man and said, "What does this stuff do to give me money?"
"It is handsome cream, apply it to your body and the next female your hand may touch will fall in love with you. Her every thought will be to pleasure you and only you. All her wealth she would place before you for your enjoyment. Enjoy you will as female after female falls deeply in love with you till their total wealth makes you rich !" replied the old man with a thin smile.
Jon gave a short grin and turning round headed for the shop door. A quick look back saw the old man fronting the shelf where Jon had taken the jar from and now looked a little too normal.
"I'm stealing this jar and you don't care?' asked Jon.
The old man never turned to answer but walked quietly to the rear of the shop.
Jon headed back to his apartment with his new acquired treasure. Thinking about many rich women he had know and how their fortunes would soon be his to spend. The angered yell of "Halt" turned Jon's head to see Frank Bitz the local Police detective running after Jon.
In a second Jon was off running and zig zagged down a alley. The steam rising from the manholes made a foggyness of the air. A sight for sore eyes Jon spotted Grace, a stripper from the Flycatcher's Bar. She was as rich in looks as she was in money. Jon watched her stroll about getting some fresh air. This was his chance, Jumping into a doorway he pulled off his shirt and opening the jar rubbed his chest, neck and face with the cream.
The sweet smell quickly covered his sweaty odor which made Jon all the horny. As he creamed legs, and feet he heard the sounds of men talking far down the alley.
Done at last he put on his clothes, combed his hair and bagan to approach his next victim. The steam clouds floated low in the air as he waved at Grace.
She looked and remembered her ole' stud and that he was mostly broke. Even as she waved back a cloud of thick steam filled the alley from the press shop nearby.
Unable to see Jon reached his hands out in front of him so as not to walk into the many wooden crates standing about. The sounds to the men were much closer now and the high creaking sound now filled the air.
The steam rolled thickly down the alley allowing only short sights of Grace. Then, thud as Jon hit something and fell into the mired wet of the alley's street.
Men laughing made Jon jump to his feet. A turn to give them a piece of his mind found him face to face with the junkman's horse drawn cart.
"You think it's funny?" yelled Jon holding up one hand and telling the world of his small IQ number.
A cloud of steam floated by as Jon was bumped to the ground once more. Looking up all he could see was the stifle and teats of the gray mare draft horse pulling the junkman's cart.
Pulling himself to his feet Jon stood with his left arm across the broad back of the horse and again spoke poorly of the man's being there.
The slam of the Bar's back door now found Jon alone with two junk men, a horse, and a possible fight.
Jon ran as fast as he could down the alley till the sounds of the cart and the men were far far away.