The old man parked his car on the street. The neighborhood looked normal enough - across the street, he saw toddlers playing with toys on the front lawn (near the house and away from the street - didn't want any accidents). But this was where his next client was. He got out of the car, making sure he had his briefcase with him, and walked towards the white one-floor house he had parked in front of.
After ringing the doorbell, a scantily-clad woman opened the door and smiled at him.
"Are you the guy?" she asked.
"Yep, that's me."
"Come on in," she said.
He smiled and walked inside. "So, you said you're having a problem with a neighbor?"
"That's right. That fucking prude is always getting on my nerves. I just wish I could do something about it."
"Well, now you can." He smiled. Then she smiled. He opened his briefcase and took out his schedule. "So, your name is Meagan O'Donnell ..."
"That's right."
"... and your neighbor's name is Laura Ferguson."
"Yeah."
"Tell me about her."
"She's a bitch. She thinks that she's some sort of holy crusader, attending church practically every day of the week, attending food drives, giving money to charity. But what she really is is a bitch. If she only stayed out of people's business, mainly mine ..."
"Well, I don't know if I can stop that."
"But you said over the phone ..." she began to say, but the old man raised his hand.
"I'm only saying that when I get done with her, I think you'll enjoy having her being in your business. In fact, you two should have quite a bit in common, if you catch my drift."
Meagan smiled. "Yeah, I think I do."
"So, which house is her's?" he asked, taking the spray bottle out of his briefcase and putting the schedule back in before closing it.
"That one," she pointed to her right. "It's an ugly brown house. You can't miss it."
The old man stood up and smiled. "For the money you paid me, your neighbor will never bother you again. Guaranteed." He left the house and made his way towards the Ferguson house, spray bottle in hand.
"Anything happen yet?" Jon asked Karyn, after their first class was over.
"No. Nothing," she answered.
"Hm. I wonder what my wish did, then?"
"Why don't you just use the stone to find out?" she asked.
"I left it at home. I didn't want to take the chance that I might make another stupid wish like that."
Karyn shrugged. "Well, we should still keep an eye out anyway, I suppose."
"Yeah, definitely," Jon said, before heading to his next class.
Jane's eyes fluttered open. Had she fallen asleep? She wiped her mouth and looked at her watch. 9:00! She had been asleep for over an hour! Panicked, she got up and hurried to the front desk.
The telephone on her desk was beeping. She heard Gary in the nearest office answer it.
"He's going to be so mad," she said, worrying. "I hope he doesn't fire me." Never in the fifteen months working at this law firm had she ever fallen asleep.
The phone conversation in the nearest office was brief. She heard Gary hang up. Getting up her courage, she walked into his office.
"Well, there's our little Sleeping Beauty!" Gary exclaimed. "So, you decided to finally grace us with your loveliness."
Jane blushed. She laughed and covered her face with her hands. "Oh, don't say that!" She giggled. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"That's okay, honey," Gary said, standing. "As pretty as you are, I just wanted to stare at you some more."
Jane raised her eyes to meet his, her mouth in a puckered smile.
"You are so bad, Gary," she responded playfully. She stared coyly, seductively into his coal-black eyes.
"Well," he said softly. "I'm just happy to have you working here. Can't you tell?"
He made two quick thrusts of his groin. Glancing down, Jane could see that his penis was a raging hard-on! Giggling, she hid her face in her hands again.
"I'm not looking!" She laughed loudly.
"Do you like it?" he asked, smiling broadly.
"I'm not saying!" Jane said, with a sudden snort that only made her laugh harder.
"Well, I guess it's time to get you back to work." Gary walked over and wrapped his arm around her waist. Jane's face was a crimson mask. Gary thought she looked girlish and adorable. She did not shy away from his proprietary grasp, even when he "accidentally" brushed his manhood against her.
He escorted her to her desk, even though it wasn't necessary. She had worked there for over a year, she knew where her desk was. But she still seemed to appreciate it. She also appreciated the physical attention he was giving her.
She giggled and waved at him, as he returned to his office, then she went back to work, not even realizing that she was acting any different than normal.
