Along came a policeman--or rather, a mall rent-a-cop.
"Excuse me," said the man. "You're not wearing shirt and shoes, or even pants. You know that we have a dress code in this mall. No shoes, no shirt, no service."
"Ummm..." said Pete.
"And no indecent exposure!" said the mall cop. "You have shorts on but they're not hiding your reactions. Please leave the mall. Now."
"I can't buy clothes if I leave the mall!" said Pete.
"You're not supposed to walk around the mall not wearing clothes while buying clothes. If you're not going to leave, I'm going to call the city police." The man was fairly polite, unusually for a mall cop, but Pete knew that for the police to come would be bad.
"Jon, help me!" exclaimed Pete. "Make me a wish."
"What kind of wish do you want?"
"Something like wishing that I put clothes on five minutes ago and the security guard didn't see my erection. Look, if you wish that I put clothes on, then my erection can go down, right? The wish works until I put them on."
"Fine," said Jon. "I wish that Pete put clothes on five minutes ago and the security guard didn't see his erection."
The guard looked around, confused, and walked away. Jon saw, of course, that Pete had his clothes on, and no bulge was visible between his legs. But then Pete said, "Jon, I feel funny..."
