"Better? I think you mean worse."
"Oh no. I meant better." Jon walked over to her and touched her face. She recoiled from him.
"Don't touch me."
"Now, now. We can't have you acting like that. Especially at your new job." Jon grasped the wishing stone and said "I wish that Angela would act like a whore."
Angela's eyes went wide as new feelings began to overtake her. She ripped off her bra, exposing her double-D breasts and beckoned Jon to touch her and use her.
He smiled. "Much better."
