Joan mused quietly, "I wish Tom did his job without his clothes on."
As she said that, the boulder beneath Joan's rump felt strangely warmer, but cooled down again a moment later.
"Right, I got a lever," Tom called out as he re-entered the house. "I'm hoping that if I can pry this rock out of the crater it's made, I'll be able to push or roll it into the back garden from there."
Joan stared, mouth gaping at Tom. He'd come into her house, completely naked but for his hard hat and tool belt (which he needed for his job and so preserved after Joan's wish).
"What's the matter?" Tom asked. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Uh yes, it's nothing," Joan shook her head and looked away, but she could still see Tom's ample package in her mind's eye. "I, uh, never realised how much you look like a... um, an old friend of mine."
"Yes, but was he as big as me?" Tom laughed. "I caught you looking Joan, and I don't mind. The hazards of my profession, you know."
"Oh, yes... of course," Joan blushed.
"Could you hop off that boulder now, so I can get to work?"
"The boulder!" Joan replied a little too loudly.
I wished Tom was nude, she thought, and then the boulder had a warm glow about it! Did it grant my wish? I have to find out!
"Okay, I'm moving now, " Joan replied as she moved as slowly as she could from the rock's surface. With her hand still touching the massive stone, Joan said out loud, "I wish...
