"I wish people would take some time to think before using the Rock to make a wish! 30 minutes at least!" said an exasperated Jane.
The three of them stared at the Rock as Jane dropped it from her hand with a CLUNK on the table.
"The impulsive wishes you girls are making are getting us deeper and deeper into trouble." Jane continued. "Now let's take some time to figure out what we're going to do."
Karyn considered, "That was pretty smart, Mrs. Duncan. I can't see what trouble that would cause."
Right then, the door to the kitchen opened and a swarthy man stepped into the room. "Who is this Mrs. Duncan? There's no one here by that name, just two, beautiful Mrs. Ali Sheiks." The man grabbed Jon's feminine hand and pulled him close, nuzzling her neck. "Ha, ha, fortune smiled on me when I found this house: two suitable brides under the same roof! Now, you disappoint me. We have affairs to attend to. You must wear your burkas as I instruct. Off, now, the two of you. It is getting late."
Shushing their protests, Ali Sheik pushed Jon and Jane out of the kitchen, and turned to a bewildered Karyn. "A pity they must shelter themselves in the burka, but it is the law. You Western women in your indecent fashions are ... intoxicating. This is a strange place. Women with their heads full of schoolbook nonsense and preoccupied with careers, when the should attend to tradition, children and ... housekeeping." Ali Sheik's eyes settled on the Rock. Noticing this, Karyn grabbed at it, but it was too late. He picked it up and hefted the Rock in his hand. With a shake of his head, he tucked the Rock into a fold in his robe.
Karyn spoke up. "I'll throw that out for you, Mr. Sheik," she said slyly.
"Ah...yes, you want to show you would make a good housekeeper!" He smiled broadly. "You will come with us, my dear!" He wrapped his arm around Karyn's and led her out into the living room, bellowing, "My wives, are you ready? We go to..."
