Candace

Tanya decided she had ****. She drove over to Claire's house. Luckily, Claire was not home. She was on a date as Candance informed Tanya as she let her in.

"Tanya, you look worried," said Candance, "is everything OK, sweetie?"

"Yes, but I need to try something," said Tanya.

"What, sweetie?"

"I've been told I'm a horrible french kisser. Can I practice on you?"

"What?"

"Please, you're so sexy and attractive. I bet you're good at it. No one will know. I promise. PLEASE! I'm tired of being made fun of!"

"Well, I did this kind of thing with my gal pals when I was your age. OK."

Tanya rushed forward. She could not longer wait to get rid of the curse. She planted an open mouth kiss on Candance and held her friend's MILF's head tight to her. She patiently counted in her head: "One Mississippi, two Mississippi."

It seemed to take forever but ten seconds elapsed. She let go.

Candace was just stunned. She stared, mouth agape at Tanya.

"I'm so sorry," said Tanya, "Don't tell Claire about this!" She ran from the house and got in her car.

Candance was stunned for a few moments longer. She could not believe what happened. Then her phone rang.

She answered it. "hello?"

"Candance, tell me, did you just receive a ten second open mouth kiss?" said a strange voice with an Eastern European accent.

Candance didn't want to tell this but she found herself admitting it. "Yes...who is this?"

"Don't worry," said the voice with a laugh. "Put on your sexiest clubbing outfit, then go to an ATM and withdraw $200 then go to this address: 555 W. Palm. Drive safely, but don't tarry." The person hung up.

"Yeah, right," said Candance, but then she found herself heading for her bedroom.