Joan couldn't remember what she was supposed to have been doing. Why was she holding the wishing stone? Was she going to wish for something? Suddenly, her mother called up the stairs, "Are you ready dear? If you're going to turn tricks tonight, you need to get started. I expect you back at a reasonable hour. And is your homework done? Just because I let you be a prostitute doesn't mean that you're going to ignore your studies."
Joan looked down at her clothes. Her miniskirt barely covered her curvacious ass and her blouse hugged her dd-cup breasts. She looked at her homework. It was half-done. That must be why I was holding the stone, she thought. She wished that her homework was done correctly and she would remember the information they had learned in school that day, just in case her mother asked. She also made a quick wish to turn plenty of tricks that night so she would make lots of money. Grabbing her bookbag, which had all the usual signs that she was available for sex, she went downstairs.
Her mother met her at the door. Kissing her on the forehead, Joan's mother said, "You look good and slutty tonight, dear. Have fun, make lots of money and make sure you get some pleasure from your Johns." Joan kissed her mother back and left out the front door.
