The sultan read to himself the words that he was supposed to say.
Then, setting the parchment aside, he pulled forth the wax-sealed
paper that Jasmine had given him earlier. As Jasmine held the rock
between their hands, he wished that the wish on the paper be fulfilled,
then threw the paper into the brazier, where it burned rapidly.
"What was your wish?" asked Jasmine, who pulled her hand away
from the Sultan so that he would no longer be touching the rock.
"I wished only that one as beautiful as you would love me," he
replied, and took her in his arms. They kissed, and Jasmine was
surprised to feel a hardness in the Sultan's pants.
"We just made love a few moments ago," she thought to herself,
"and yet he's ready for more?" She did not realize that Jon's
idea of his fantasy self was insatiable.
He began to strip her and led her to the pile of cushions...
