"It's quite obvious, isn't it? You've been thinking about her the whole time."
"Who, Karyn?"
"No, dimwit. Though she is on your mind a bit more thanks to her recent... endowments. I mean the cheerleader."
"Sarah?! You're crazy. I thought you said you could read my mind."
"Yes. All of it, even your subconscious. You know how you're always sneaking peeks, hoping every day on your way to school that she's wearing something sexy. You know why Karyn made that wish, deep down. Because it's what you wanted. And you want more of the same."
"More of the same?"
"Might as well be honest, young man. You'd love it if you could see more of her, wouldn't you? If she was around every corner, just waiting to give you exactly what you want."
"Jon! Dinner!" he heard his mom call from downstairs.
"Alright. That's enough of this! I've gotta go. You stay here!"
"I won't move an inch! I'm only trying to help, remember?"
Jon stormed out of the room. "Have a lovely dinner!" The Stone called out as Jon shut the door. He tromped down the stairs, trying to steel himself and not reveal why he was fuming. As he turned the corner into the dining room, he stopped in his tracks.
His family was seated around the table, digging into their dinner. Every one of them had long, shiny blonde hair identical to Sarah's.
His father looked up, "What're you staring at, son? Your dinner's getting cold!"
