Sarah was still considering what to do with the stone when Jon walked into the room. He dropped the glasses of Coke as he lunged toward Sarah. Sarah, thinking quickly but not quick enough, stashed the rock in her blouse and made a wish.
"I wish that when you can't see the stone, you don't remember it!" Sarah felt a warmth across her breasts and blinked as it faded. She looked up at Jon.
"What was I just saying?" Sarah asked.
Jon frowned. He had been mad at Sarah for some reason. He looked around the room and then down at the puddle of soda he was standing in. He sighed. "I don't remember." He said. "Let me go get a towel. I'll be right back."
Sarah nodded and pulled the text book towards her. It was the only reason she could think of to be in this losers house.
