The next morning, Jon grabbed the stone but paused, wondering if he should do it. A few years ago Jon had made a stupid mistake. He had trusted the school councilor with the most disturbing sexual fantasy he had ever had. It was the craziest thing, a dream he had had since before he was even ten years old.
Of course, the councilor had done exactly what anybody who has ever told a school councilor something knows they will do. The stupid woman had gone and told Jon's parents and the principal. She even tried to have him put on a register for potential sex offenders. Jon had been required to attend therapy during which he had to swear until he was blue in the face that it was just a crazy dream and he would never actually do it even if it were actually possible.
Now, however, Jon had the magic stone. He could actually make his crazy fantasy come true. But did he dare? Once he made this wish, it couldn't be undone. He could spend the rest of his life as some sort of freak or get locked up in jail. He better think carefully about how he worded this wish. He might have to live with the consequences if he got it wrong. First, he wrote down the details. He wanted to get this exactly right when he spoke. There would be no second chance.
Jon held the stone in one hand and read out from his written wish. "I wish ..."
