Jon went over to Karyn's house and knocked on the door. Karyn answered the door. She wore a maid's outfit similar to Jon's. "Marie," she squealed excitedly. She, like Jon, spoke in a French accent. "You finished your chores already?" She got a sly look on her face. "You used the stone, didn't you. You know that's cheating. Now, come on inside. If you use the stone to do my chores, we will have the whole day to spend together." She struck a sexy pose and blew a kiss at Jon. He could guess what activities she might have in mind.
Jon, fighting against the lust building up between his legs, said, "Good, Karyn. At least you remember the stone. Look, I've made a terrible mistake."
Karyn looked at him funny. "Why are you calling me Karyn, Marie?" she asked. "You know that my name is Juliette."
"Juliette," said Jon. "About the stone. You and I. We're not supposed to be maids. We're not supposed to be French either. I accidentally made us maids while I slept last night. I must have been talking in my sleep."
"Marie," said Karyn/Juliette. "Do not be rediculous. I most certainly remember going to the maid's academy in Paris with you. We grew up there, Marie, learning how to become proper maids from the time we were little girls. I wouldn't trade this life for anything. And we've always been best friends." With that, Karyn reached around and squeezed Jon's ass. "I'm so glad that you got the stone so that we could wish to work close together."
"So explain how I got the stone in the first place, then," said Jon. "I mean, how would someone trained from girlhood to be a maid get a wishing stone in the first place?"
"Really, Marie..." Karyn said.
