Neoteric3

“Here, drink this” he kindly says while passing a small red clay cup of steaming hot green tea into my hands.I sip it.The heat feels good. I feel the warmth flowing throughout my body. Wait…My body!I look down to see that it’s all still there. I quickly pull open the white robe I’m now wrapped in to find a flawless, albeit on the skinny side, white chest.”If you’re looking for the wounds, you’ll not find any” speaks Mr. Chan…I look up….”I still have a few tricks left up my old sleeves”, he slyly remarks. “And for my next act, I’m going to need a volunteer from the audience”…