Curing the Uncommon Man-Cold by J.L. Salter Read Free Book Online Page B

nodded slowly. Jason clearly understood; it was checkmate. She’d placed her queen where his king couldn’t urinate properly.
    “Uh, I could use the bathroom off your room…”
    “Don’t you go near my bathroom!”
    “Cheese Louise, all right.” He looked deeply offended. “I thought I was a pretty good shot. Lots of practice, you know.”
    “Maybe so, but that was before you got so sick and all.”
    “Oh, yeah—” cough, cough “—good point, I guess.”
    This meek patient was nothing like the competitive athlete on the court or field. Very puzzling. “And don’t even think about peeing off my back porch into the yard!”
     
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    Right before Jason had awakened that morning, his dream featured a sexy nurse who fluffed his pillows and served him a large plate of bacon, eggs, grits, and toast with plenty of jelly. He couldn’t get any of those images out of his mind as he shrugged himself onto a chair at the small table.
    However, Jason’s complete breakfast was leftover consommé and two of the newly-arrived rice cake crackers, courtesy of Christine. “What’s this? Flat dog biscuits?”
    “They’re very healthy. Think of them as cousins to regular crackers.” Amanda seemed completely unconcerned for his welfare.
    “More like a redheaded step-child.” He poked both rice items as if one might try to jump away. The cracker cousin seemed to have been produced by flattening a rice cake in a bench vise and trimming the result with ragged tin snips. The box it came in would have tasted better.
    Though Jason was hard pressed to think of these spare offerings as meals, this was his fifth meal observance at Amanda’s apartment since he’d gotten sick. The combined total of all five did not likely exceed three hundred calories. Had his mind been a bit sharper, perhaps Jason would have realized he’d acquired a one-way ticket out of the Culinary Zone.
    Even as he groused about the stingy fare, Jason wondered which dream image he missed more: the sexy nurse or the plate of food. His stomach grumbled urgently. Right now, the food.
     
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    Amanda got to work early and logged on. She typed in the blog address she’d been provided and read Christine’s introduction.
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Welcome to the only blog on the newly developed Scare-Cure! Here, you’ll learn how to treat (and cure) the dreaded and uncommon man-cold.
You’ve always thought it was inevitable and hopeless. You figured you’d have to do triple duty for a week or two while your male lounges around, naps and snacks all day, and then watches TV all night long while you’re trying to sleep.
Ladies, you’ve all been through it. Your male — whether husband, boyfriend, or even still-at-home son — has the sniffles. But to him, it’s like a crippling disease. He wants to be waited on hand and foot.
What you’re reading here is an actual ongoing case, where only the names have been changed. Now, all these activities cost money. So if you’d consider making a donation, send it to the e-mail address below, using PayPal. This is non-profit. After my expenses are reimbursed, I pledge to put the remaining funds into the publication of a print version of this handbook.
Today was Day Two and we’ve already seen dramatic changes.

Here, you will learn more than you ever imagined about how to cure the illness and get the male back on his feet… like you and I would be.
Check again tomorrow for more updates.
Donations are not required. You may make free use of these nonproprietary strategies. But loosen your purse strings if you can.
Thank you for yesterday’s donations.

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    Amanda clicked. Forty-seven dollars . “Wow! Christine might be on to something.” Then she clicked on the first main narrative — for Day Two. The blog hadn’t been up on Day One.
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Curing the Uncommon Man-Cold
Day Two
My sister’s husband drove up this evening in a