Cross Breeding

I started crossbreeding mushrooms as a hobby. At first, it was to see if I could create a better-tasting mushroom. But then I was given some magic mushrooms by a friend who owed me money. I investigated the 200 or so magic mushrooms to see if I could create a super magic mushroom. After many months of attempts, I thought I had done it. But how to test it? I decided the friend who had given me some magic mushrooms was the perfect test subject. It wasn't hard to get him to try them, and they did make him controllable. It wore off after two hours, but it was another hour before he was truly back to normal. They seem to work better than I thought they would. But I needed a better way of using them than just offering mushrooms. So I distilled them down to an almost clear liquid; again, I tested it on my friend. That time, it had a stronger result and lasted longer—no side effects I could see. I decided to test it at the poker party on Saturday night with selected people (everyone except me). Not much poker was played, but I had fun watching the others do whatever I told them to do. I'm a widower (52), with children grown up and out on their own. My nearest neighbor (50) is likewise widowed and lives alone; she talks to me now and then. She likes the ginger beer I make; it does have alcohol in it, but it isn't that much. I saw her at the supermarket and told her I had some ginger beer ready for drinking. She said she would drop by later that day (Saturday). Neither of us had any plans that night; normally we sat in the garden talking and drinking the ginger beer. But it was early fall, and a cold breeze was blowing softly. So, we sat in my kitchen; I added some of the mushroom distillate to her drink. She never noticed anything different; it took several minutes to start affecting her. Once she was under the effects, I told her to get naked, which she did. But I didn't take it any further than that; the only other thing I did was plant a suggestion for her to come after she attended her church for ginger beer. I wanted to see if I could plant suggestions, turns out I could. Sunday after her church service, she turned up looking great. Again, I gave her the ginger beer with the mushroom distillate. Not wanting to overdo I suggested she return for dinner with me that evening and stay the night with me, bringing her work clothes for Monday. Again, it worked; she came for dinner and stayed the night. That was the last time I used the distillate on her, as she became a regular in my bed thereafter without me using it. We are now engaged to be married.