"...that Jennifer was a single, middle-aged, voluptuous waitress working the night shifts at an all-night truck stop, far from any town."
In a flash, Jennifer disappeared as her form started to shift.
"I wish that Jennifer remembers what happened, but is unable to talk or write about her previous life to anyone. I also wish that she is unable to quit her waitressing job or find another place to work.", Sarah continued as Randy stared in shock. "There. I'm sure she'll meet all kinds of interesting people during her shifts, though the nights will likely get pretty lonely..."
Randy couldn't believe it. Both their lives, ruined, just like that. But what could he do? If he tried anything, she'd just make things worse.
Sarah gave him a wave as she turned to leave. "Well, it's been fun. For me at least. I'll let you know if I think of anything else. I've got a few ideas for Jen, but I think I'll save those for later."
As she closed the door, Randy heard her say "Now, I wish I was at..."
