The Life of Oddley - Episode 4

Greetings, people, and welcome to another episode of "The Life of Oddley", here on the Blog.  Now four weeks into our story, and I'm still not seeing comments or feedback, so please do so at the bottom of the posting and let me know how Oddley is doing.

If you remember last week, Oddley managed to escape certain death with the help of Dr. Milner.  Soon enough, the end of the workday came and Oddley came home to find first Newshaw, who reminded him of his debt, and then Gilda, who invited him to a rehearsal of her brother Tuck's band, the Pickadillies.

Once there, Gilda stepped out of the room and Oddley found himself listening to some off-key singing from Tuck.  Oddley decided he's had enough of it and asked to join it.  He then sang his heart out and found himself invited to be a member of the band, which he happily accepts as the group departs.

As Oddley thinks his plans for the group, someone enters the room...

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It was the lovely Gilda, but not how she should look. Her hair was blonde and her clothing now reminded me of Willow, more skin then cloth. She was looking at me the same way Willow did, with those eyes which lets one know what's on her mind, that one thought I knew too well.

"Hello, Oddley." she said in a sexy voice.

"What's up with you?" I asked in the most innocent way possible.

"I need you." she said.

"For what?" I asked.

She then giggled as I came up with the answer. My mind then pondered if I should go for it or not. After a brief review of the following facts, that Gilda is my friend, and I had just joined her brother's band and have no idea of any reaction of my action from him.

"No thanks." was the answer the facts added up to.

What I hadn't counted on was that she was gonna get me, if I wanted it or not. She made a run at me and ran to the only safe spot in visual range: the closet. Once inside, I held a tight grip on the knob as she tried to follow me in.

My mind then turned to the obvious thoughts: how did she end up like this? I searched my mind for the cause. After a few minutes, my mind remembered the bottle of strange liquid I gave her. Those nympho-drops, I called them. They do work.

Eventaully, nympho-Gilda stopped her attempt to get at me and went away. I decided to wait until the drops wore off. That's one detail Dr. Milner forgot to tell me. As I stayed in that closet, I could hear the sounds of pure pleasure coming from outside. I knew it was nympho-Gilda giving herself love.

As I laid in there, my mind turned to Dr. Milner and wonder if she would notice that I was gone if this lasted for more than two days. I then remembered that she said she'd tested on herself. I then remembered that she hadn't told me when she did. Eventaully, my fury of thought arrived at Willow.

Nympho-Gilda's cries of sexual joy reminded me of the ones Willow gave that night we had. A few hours in my closet stay, my mind started to draw lines between Willow, Dr. Milner, and Gilda. The lines grew strongest around Willow and Dr. Milner, especially the similarities between the two.

Eventaully, my mind made an interesting link: what if Willow was Dr. Milner under the nympho-drops. It was an interesting theory and would explain why I seem to remember her when I saw Dr. Milner. It would also explain how she was able to direct to Dr. Milner when I was in the market for a second job.

I put my theory up against other explanations and found that Holmes' maxim left me with that theory. Eventually, night fell and I heard nympho-Gilda leave the house in search of victims. I decided that it was now safe to leave the closet. As I departed, I snapped my spine back and then made a quick trip to my apartment.

The next morning was a Sunday, so I decided to take the day off again. I thought over the events of me and nympho-Gilda. Curious, I decided to head back to her house. As I made my way over there, I wondered if Gilda had returned or I would open to be confronted by the nympho-Gilda.

As I walked in, I saw a very interesting sight. I saw Gilda laid out on her living room couch without a thing on. By the color of her hair, I could tell that normal Gilda had returned. Now, I had a situation: either to awaken her or leave her alone and reverse course and back out. That's what I did for the next two minutes.

Finally, I decided that I should inform Gilda about what happened yesterday. I walked quietly to her and touched her upon the shoulder. After the first touch, she remained asleep, so I tapped her again. That time, she stirred and opened her eyes to see my face looking down with a question on my face.

"Good morning, Oddley. What are you still doing here?" she said.

"Gilda, I hate to tell you but it's Sunday morning." I said.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Well, first thing I should mention to you is that your body is in the state of being uncovered." I said.

She then looked at herself and discovered her undressed state. She then performed the same cover-up routine as she righted herself.

"How much did you see?" she asked.

"The whole thing. Nice curves." I said.

"Maybe you should explain why I'm naked first." she said.

"It begins with that bottle of strange liquid I gave you." I said.

"You said it was a medicine that Dr. Milner wanted you to test." she said.

"Well, I lied about that. It was some stuff I stole from the lab." I said.

"Stealing on the job? Did you do that at Easy-Mart?" she asked.

"No. It was just that Dr. Milner told me that she tested it on herself and she didn't want to discuss the results. They made me curious, so I poured some into that medicine bottle and took it with me." I said.

"And you gave it to me." she said.

"And you must have taken it when you left the room before your brother's band started playing." I said.

"I did, and the next thing I know, I'm right here." she said.

"When I next saw you, you were a sexed-up vixen, with only one thought on your mind." I said.

"We didn't?" she asked.

"No, I locked myself in the closet and waited until it was safe." I said.

"That's good to know." she said.

"I had dubbed that stuff you took nympho-drops." I said.

"Nice name." she said.

"Your actions yesterday reminded me of Willow." I said.

"The girl you had the one-night stand with." she said.

"I went through my mind and I figured out that Willow was my new employer under the influence of the nympho-drops." I said.

"You're joking?" she asked.

"I'm not. I have no evidence of my theory but it's the only explanation." I said.

"I can't believe I took that stuff." she said.

"Believe it or not, that stuff gonna help me with Newshaw." I said.

"You're gonna make him take it?" she said.

"No. My sister." I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Newshaw says that if he can get a date with my sister, he'll cancel my debt. Only problem is that my sister's a feminist and she views men as useless." I said.

"So, what's your plan?" she asked.

"I gave this stuff to my sister, and let the results give Newshaw a night on the town." I said.

"Are you sure that plan will work?" she asked.

"I hope so." I said.

Gilda quickly made her way to the bedroom and I made a bee-line for the phone. If I was lucky, Newshaw was home. I dialed his number and sighed when he picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, Newshaw." I said.

"Oddley. What's up?" he said.

"Listen, I spent yesterday talking to my sister and I managed by some quirk of fate to have a date with you." I said.

"Are you joking with me?" he asked.

"No, I'm not. I managed to cast some spell over her and get her to agree." I said.

"Oddley, I feel your future getting better." he said.

"Susie wants to get this over with, so she scheduled the date for tonight." I said.

"That's fast." he said.

"Just being there at 7:00 pm sharp." I said.

"I will." he said.

I was nervous as me and Gilda made our way over to Susie's house. I had asked her to join me in this for I needed the back-up to go with the plan. We had spent the entire morning going over every inch of it and I was hoping that Susie would buy into the same story I gave Gilda about the nympho-drops.

"Good afternoon, Susie." I said as we entered her house.

"Good afternoon, brother." said Susie.

"Hello, Susie." said Gilda.

"Who are you?" asked Susie.

"This is Gilda Tucker, my new co-worker." I said.

"Gilda, for future reference, it's Susan. I'll take that from Oddley but not you." said Susie.

"Okay... Susan." said Gilda.

"Listen, Susie. I have something for you." I said.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's... a new medicine." I said.

"Really?" she said.

"I've been asked by a friend to test it to see how it works on people." I said.

"Wouldn't he already know that?" she asked.

"She's only tested it on rats and it seems to work, but it needs a human response." I said.

"How much do I have to take?" she asked.

"One teaspoon does the trick." I said.

"When do I have to take it?" she then asked.

"Around 2:00 pm, and me and Gilda have to been there." I said.

"Why?" asked Susie.

"Because Oddley and I need to... record the results." said Gilda.

"I guess I can help you with that." said Susie.

The cover story seemed to have worked but we had to wait until 2:00 pm to see if the nympho-drops would work on Susie. It may have worked on Dr. Milner and Gilda, but hoping that the results this time would date Newshaw or take a crack at me or Gilda was a long shot. Soon enough, 2:00 pm and Susie poured out a teaspoon and downed it.

Gilda and me stepped to a safe distance and we watched a most unusual sight. First, she fell to the floor in a most painful way. Then, she rolled around on the floor, giving off a series of moans, groans, and spasms. After five minutes, my sister had transformed into a blonde nymphomanic.

"Success." I said to Gilda.

The new Susie soon got up and eyed the both of us. I could tell from experience that she wanted it bad. However, I had planned for it. I had made Gilda and me stand next to the closet. When nympho-Susie made a run towards us, I quickly opened the closet door and let her run inside before locking it up.

Then, the waiting. The clock ticked away the time between 2:00 pm and 7:00 pm very slowly. Gilda and me listened as the nympho-Susie screamed and ranted inside the closet, wanting the one thing on her mind. Finally, the time arrived and I was happy when a knock came to the door.

"Hello, Newshaw." I said with a smile as I opened it.

"Good evening, Oddley." said Newshaw as he stepped inside.

"Hello, Newshaw." said Gilda, with her hand on the closet door.

"Hello, Gilda. What's she doing here?" he said.

"Never mind. Now, my sister is ready but first, she wants you to close your eyes." I said.

"What?" he said.

"Don't ask why, just do it." I said.

"Okay." he said as he covered his eyes.

I quickly hid out of the way and Gilda, on my signal, opened the closet door and out rushed Susie and she rushed right over to Newshaw, hitting hard.

"Hello, boy." said nympho-Susie.

"Hello, Susie. I see you dyed your hair for me." he said.

"Well, you two enjoy your date." I said.

"I will." said Newshaw as he and nympho-Susie made their way out.

"By the way, is my debt to you over?" I asked.

"Consider it cancelled." he said as he left.

"Success. My debt is done and I owe him nothing." I said to Gilda.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Of course I am. Imagine her shock when she wakes up with Newshaw. She'll never take that stuff again." I said.

"I hope so." she said.

"Don't ruin my moment." I said.

I first took Gilda home and then made my way back to my apartment. As I laid in my bed that night, I thought Susie out on her date with Newshaw. I also knew that my need to pay Newshaw was over and I no longer needed my job at the labs. I felt a giant weight had been removed from me.

I wondered if I should go back to Easy-Mart. I then remembered that Mr. Randall had given me three weeks of vacation time, based on my cover story for being out of the store for a few hours. As I awakened that Monday morning, I decided to continue my vacation.

I had two weeks of it left and I decided to spend it at home. As I was eating my breakfast, my mind reminded me of the nympho-drops. I had left them at Susie's house. Feeling great, I decided to head my way back there. As I drove my jeep into the driveway, I wondered if she was home.

"Come in." said Susie's voice when I knocked on the door.

"Hello, Susie." I said as I stepped inside.

"What happened?" she then asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Remember that stuff you had me take?" she said.

"Yes." I said.

"Well, I don't remember much after that. All I know is that this morning, I woke up with that Newshaw, in his place." she said.

"I see you made it out." I said.

"That I did." she said.

"Listen. I was wondering if I could have that bottle I gave you back." I said.

"You mind if I do something first?" she asked.

"I guess so." I said.

"I wanna take some more of that stuff." she said.

"Why for?" I asked.

"Because I felt great this morning and I wanna know what two teaspoons can do." she said as she grabbed the bottle off the table.

I watched as she downed those two teaspoons. I then watched as she transformed again, this time into something else. She was a beast. She looked over at me with those eyes. This time, no force on Earth could stop her from making me her next victim. I then made a reverse path out the door.

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More danger for Oddley.  That's seems to be the pattern in his life right now: danger, followed by more danger, with a little music and fun mixed in.  As you can read, Oddley is heading out the door.  What he finds outside the door will be even more danger, music, and fun.
 
Next week, Oddley's run from Susan leads to a runaway housewife, who takes Oddley on a trip to a faraway place, where Oddley once again finds himself in the throws of certain death.  It wouldn't be a cliffhanger without an element of danger.
 
Also next week, the blogseries will receive a change as the overall story becomes divided into serials, starting with next week's posting, which will be part one of "Stuck in Tulsa".  This change is being done to make referencing things easier.  All of that next week, on Thursday, September 1st, at 2:30 pm.
 
Until then, this is John Maxwell, saying, "You can't lead a horse to water, but if you can teach him to float on his back, you got something... "