Jon slunk along ahead of Karyn as the headed toward his home, still processing. Still in a fog and grateful to have avoided the worst, they didn’t speak.
His inexplicable drive to get himself filled with Gary’s seed was completely gone, but he—“uggh, she” she thought to herself—still felt…weird.
It was late, and the cool night air should have carried a chill to which Jon attributed the strange tightness emanating from her recently blossomed nipples, yet she also felt a growing warmth. The thrill of a narrow escape perhaps, she thought. But the feeling grew, as did the nagging sense that once again things weren’t adding up—Jon knew wishes couldn’t be reversed; they’d tried. So how had Karyn rescued him?
John broke the silence, “You never answered me Karyn.”
“Whhaaa?”
“But how?”
“Yeahh.”
“We have to find out exactly what Gary said. What I said.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“How did you word your wish for that matter?”
“Mmm.”
As his unfamiliar hips swung him up the steps to his front door, his thought escalating process and that growing warmth crashed toward their intersecting conclusion. “I don’t think you were specific enough either,” Jon whirled around to face Karyn. And then everything stopped.
