"Wait. Stop. Get off me!" Jon yelled, pushing the black 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.
"Honey, 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 ... you're black." Again, he didn't have a problem with black people, but he preferred Karyn the way she was before.
"So?" she asked. "You never had a problem with interracial relationships before." Then she smiled and approached him. "Maybe I've been too aggressive. Maybe if we take it slow ..."
"No! I wish ..."
