"Oh Jon," Karen said suddenly concerned for me, and sympathising with my over exposure, "I'm so sorry," she said, still stifling a giggle, "I really wish I hadn't seen your penis."
Suddenly my eyes closed, there was a bright white light and when I opened them again I heard myself stating that the wishing stone wasn't a toy, and I was still holding the box and the towel as I got to my feet.
