Cecil tossed the coin into the well and said, "I want to be so hot, when it comes to sex the chicks simply can't refuse!"
He smirked and declared, "I wish women couldn't say no to me!"
He waited for more changes, but they didn't come. Puzzled, Cecil felt his face to see if he was any more handsome, but nothing. Maybe the wish didn't change anything about myself physically, he thought. Maybe it affected how women see me instead? I guess I'll just have to test it out. Fortunately, I'm sure I'll enjoy doing so!
As Cecil looked around the park for a potential lover, he was surprised to see a woman stroll right up to the wishing well and looked in her purse for change. She was a brunette in her mid-to-late-twenties, early-thirties at most, with a pretty face and slightly larger than average bust, but with a gorgeous pair of long legs.
Cecil walked round to her side of the well and with a sly wink, asked, "Tell me your name, darling."
"Mrs Linda Masters," Linda replied. She sighed and continued to rummage in her purse. This guy looked cute, but he came off sounding a total creep. She counted out the exact change to match the amount she had thrown into the well when she had cursed her lousy husband (just in case) and prepared to throw, when she found the lecherous stranger standing right beside her.
"Look, I'm sure whatever your type does in the park at this time of night is your business and no one else's," Linda stared at Cecil, "but this is important, and above all, private. Can you please go somewhere else until I'm done?"
"Before I do that, can I just ask," Cecil said as politely as he could, "would you like to suck me off behind the bushes over there?"
"Alright, as long as we're quick."
