"Wait. Stop. Get off me!" Jon yelled, pushing the middle-aged Karyn off of him.
"What?" she asked, both angry and confused. "Don't you like me?"
"No. I mean, yeah. But not like this, not like ..." He trailed off. "Why didn't my wish work right?" he muttered to himself. Jon looked down at the stone in his hand. It looked the same as it did when he got it in the mail ... at least he thought it looked the same.
"Jon, just put that wishing stone away and let me fuck you," Karyn said, breaking Jon out of his thoughts.
"No," Jon said, forcefully. "You're older than my mom."
"So?" she asked. Then she smiled and approached him. "Maybe I've been too aggressive. Maybe if we take it slow ..."
"No! I wish ..."
