The next morning Jon woke up and found that he wasn't alone. There, snuggled up close to him on his double bed, was his friend Karyn. He could feel the warmth of her body next to his, something he had never experienced before. How she had gotten there he had no idea, but he guessed it had something to do with the stone that was pressed into his hand.
He shifted in bed, trying to get up without waking Karyn. Slipping from her arms he climbed from the bed, wriggled his toes in the carpet, and made his way to the toilet for his morning pee. It was still early, so he was the first one up. Jon smiled. Life was good. He had a wishing stone, he had a beautiful girl sleeping in his bed, what more could he want?
With the last few drops shaken from his penis he flushed, washed his hands, and crept back to his room. Karyn was awake, still under the covers, but gazing at him adoringly.
"How's my little girl this morning?" she asked.
A wave of confusion his Jon. Had he just heard her right? "Pardon?"
Karyn sat up and patted her lap, "Come on, baby, come sit on mommy's lap. You were having bad dreams last night and had to sleep with me, remember? Is my little girl feeling better?"
"Uh, Karyn, are you feeling alright?"
"Jon!" Karyn scolded, "I am your mother. You will address me as such! Show some respect, young lady! Now go to your room and get dressed." She crossly shoved Jon out of her room (which he was pretty sure had been his until a moment earlier).
