"I wish that we were out of college and married happily together." Jonnie gulped, and instantly felt a weight on her finger. She looked over and, in addition to noticing that she was a bit older and a bit more filled out as a result of having gotten older, had a wedding band on her finger.
She suddenly felt a wave of comfort and love come over her at the sight of (the older and more attractive) Joseph, and she idly snuggled up against him. Shit, Jonnie thought to herself, This can't be good. She had to think of a way out of this, and then it dawned on her. The rock! If it was past that week, she would have it by now. Convincing Joseph to head back to their hotel room (not much convincing was needed), she hoped to find the rock there.
She paused at the doorway. Why would she want anything to change? She was back at her honeymoon suite with her new husb--
She shook herself. She wasn't Jonnie, she was Jon. Jonnie. It was becoming harder to swim against the current of this new reality, harder to forget Joseph's lips on her at their wedding--
She frowned. Like that. She forced herself to open the door, and to make a beeline for her suitcase. She needed to get the stone and put a stop to this. For some reason.
Suddenly, a few feet short of the suitcases, Joseph was behind her cupping her breasts, kissing her ear. She felt herself melting. "Where ya goin' babe?" Joseph whispered in her ear. "The bed's that way."
Jonnie suddenly found this an incredibly persuasive argument and laughed as she turned to kiss her new husband. She was still softly laughing as Joseph guided her onto the bed. Life was good. Who needed the stone?
