"Uhhh ... hi," Jon finally answered.
She caressed his face with one of her long fingernails. "Why don't we go back to your place and get a little more ... comfortable."
Jon gulped. He kept reminding himself that this wasn't totally his friend Karyn anymore, but the more he saw her, the more he thought of her as his best friend. "Karyn ... I mean, Marilyn. I don't think we can get outta here without someone noticing."
"That's where you're wrong," she whispered in his ear, before licking it. Jon didn't even realize it, but as she was doing that, she took the wishing stone out of his pocket. The next thing Jon knew, Marilyn was saying "I wish me and Jon were back at his house."
A white light appeared around them and when it dissipated, they were standing in Jon's living room at his house.
"There. That's better," Marilyn said.
