I pretended I was looking for something on the floor -- fortunately, Jon's semen hadn't landed down there, but there was still the usual film of years of spilled sodas, buttered popcorn, and chocolate. I had to lean way forward, putting my arm all the way under Jon's seat, and finally I found his pants -- I meant my pants, really. Ugh, it was so easy to fall into Zoe's thought patterns.
I reached my hand into a pocket, and jackpot -- I found the wishing rock. I grabbed it, withdrew my hand, and tried to play it cool, getting back in my seat as casually as could be.
I didn't want to wish here, in the middle of the theater. I needed to get away from Jon. Athena was excitedly rubbing her own breasts with one hand, and had the other up under her skirt, not paying attention to anything but herself, but I whispered to her, "I gotta go to the bathroom."
I sidled past the other occupants of our row, up the aisle, out of the auditorium, and turned left to head for the restroom.
About six steps later, the bobbing breasts on my chest reminded me that I'd just had a "Jon" memory of where the restroom was located, and I was currently heading for the men's room. The ladies' room was on the other side of the lobby. I had to turn around.
I pushed open the door and went inside. No one else appeared to be in there; I leaned over to check under the stall doors and didn't see any feet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the large mirror above the sinks and frowned -- it was worse than I thought, with the make-out session having smeared my makeup, and a couple white blobs of Jon's semen still in my hair, and thinly coating my upper chest.
I turned away from the mirror, not wanting to be distracted from my goal. I made sure I was clutching the rock tightly, and...
