See's the Witch Doctor

We arrived at the witch doctor's address. It was the small tiny building downtown. In the part of downtown where I normally wouldn't go alone. At least not without my husband. Luckily, today, Mark was with me, and we were hopefully going to fix our problem.

"You sure you want to do this?" Mark asks as we get out of the mini-van and he looks at me, his face paling.

"Yes, I'm sure. It was your idea, and it's worth a shot." He didn't know how **** I was to fix this. My biological clock was ticking, and I needed to trust him. I understood that I needed him horny, but he kept just getting horny and acting cocky around everyone lately, at least until I started going on his ass. A painful bit a guilt hit my chest. I was being too hard on Mark, and for what?

I look at Mark who gave me a look of concern, as we opened the door to the shack and walked right in.

"Hello?" I called out into space. There were shelves full of jars, filled with various things. Eyes, penises, frogs, cats, mice, flowers, food, items, name it, and it probably sat on these walls.

"Hello?" Mark called as he walked to the back of the shack.

"Yes?" A blind looking old man asked from the corner of the room. I swore I didn't see him there before.

Both Mark and I jumped.

"You seek something?" The old man asked staring at me. Could he see?

"Well, I need help." Mark said, his face turning read as he tried to think of how to explain his situation best.

"What Mark is trying to say is, we came to solve a problem he, we, are having --"

The answer you seek is understanding." He said casually, cutting me off.

He looked at me, his eyes hazy, the smell coming from him felt like three days old sage and beer.

"I can try to understand but I want it to go away. If you just let me explain our situation--"

"Hmmmmm." The witch doctor thought hard as he rubbed his chin with one hand, and held out his other to stop me from speaking.

"Do you have any spells? Some potion? Anything?" Mark asked the desperation in his voice cracked. I gave him a look.

A part of me held deep guilt at what I was doing to Mark. It was just, so embarrassing, and made me feel, inadequate when he was horny around other women. Sometimes he did flirt. I remind myself. Steeling the guilt away. No, we had to find a fix, for both our sake. So we can have a child...

"Will either of you do anything to solve this problem?" The witch doctor finally spoke up.

We both nodded.

He looked lost in thought for a moment, and then suddenly turned directly at me again.

"You will take a potion." He said, lifting a bony finger up at me.

"Me?" I asked in disbelief.

He nodded, the seriousness in his body language.

"I'll do it if it helps us." I said. I really meant it. I dragged us here immediately, I was the one asking Mark to change. I could take a little potion if that would work. "But first don't you want to know the issue? I can explain quickly if you - "

He raised his bony hand once more to prompt me to quiet.

"It's not necessary, I know what you seek, and what you need. Just give me a moment."

He turned and started feeling around the shelves of the shack. Mark and I both looked at each other. Mark gave me a knowing look that read, Are you sure you want to stay with this guy?