Jon sat downstairs, flipping through the channels but not watching anything. His thoughts were still stuck on Karyn. Yes, she was his best friend. Yes, she was more than that now. She was a part of him, and a very personal part at that. However, he still missed her. He could see her beautiful, erotic form everytime he looked down (and he stayed in the nude just to do so), but that wasn't enough. He missed the girl. He wanted to cup her perfect, round breasts, feel her warmth as he entered her with his old penis, not this one.
Jon twirled the wishing stone between his fingers, and then suddenly, without thinking, he muttered aloud: "I wish..."
