To your disappointment, the morning goes pretty much the same as any other morning you've had for the past few months. You and Janine wake up, don't say much to each other, have breakfast, give each other a perfunctory kiss goodbye, and go your separate ways to work. You begin to realize that the old woman was simply batty, and that there's no way she could have just granted you a wish like that.
The day goes by just as they always do. You sell a few pieces of weightlifting gear, help people pick out good bicycles, and flirt harmlessly with the pretty girls on staff. More than ever, you consider just letting Janine go and picking up one of them instead, but something always holds you back.
About halfway through the day, you're busying yourself with the rock-climbing display when you hear an unexpected voice behnd you. "Hi!"
You turn. It's Janine, of all people. "Oh, hi," you reply. "What's up?"
"I just thought we might have some lunch together," she says. "Help break up the day a bit."
You shrug. A lunch date isn't exactly an affair to remember, but it's something. You head into the back to punch out, and when you return, Janine is chatting with Rhonda, the girl from the Ski/Snowboard department (the sexy one with the black hair and the big tits).
"Ready to go?" you ask.
"I guess so," Janine says. "Sorry you can't join us for lunch, Rhonda. Maybe some other time." To your surprise, she gives Rhonda a little squeeze around the shoulders before heading out to the car.
Rhonda looks at you. "You know, to hear you tell it, a person would think that she wasn't all that outgoing," she says.
All you can do is shrug in puzzlement.
* * * * *
Lunching at a sidewalk cafe, you can't help but notice that Janine seems really distracted. She keeps watching the people walking by, and when your waitress comes by the table, she loses her place in the conversation instantly.
"So," you say, "I was telling him that the new 27-speed Hummer is really more bike than he needs, and showed him the -"
"Take a look at her," Janine interrupts you. "Do you think she's pretty?"
You look in the direction she's pointing, and see a stunning blonde approaching the restaurant. "She's cute," you say cautiously.
Janine nods. "I think she's really sexy," she continues as if she hasn't heard you. "I wonder if those tits are real? We could probably tell if she took her shirt off and gave us a good look..."
"Uh, probably," you agree, wondering where she's going with this, "but I don't imagine she'll oblige."
"No, I guess not," Janine says, sounding truly disappointed. "Still, it's nice to think about. By the way, why didn't you ever tell me that you worked with such sexy women? That Rhonda, she's really hot!"
"Janine, are you feeling all right?"
Janine smiles. "Better than I have in a long while, actually. What do you think of Rhonda, would you want to do her?"
If you'd been caught mid-drink, it would now be sputtered all over the table. "Um, is this a trick question?" you ask.
"Stop being so paranoid, I'm not going to jump down your throat. It's a simple question, would you want to have sex with her?"
"Well," you say, "she is attractive. And she's got a nice body. I guess I can't help but be turned on by that."
"I know what you mean," Janine says with a smile. "So, why don't we do something about it?"
"Like what?"
"Invite her over to dinner, silly! Maybe we can get lucky with her. Hell, if you won't invite her, I will."
Your eyes feel like they're about to bug out of your head. Janine doesn't notice, however - her eyes are back on the waitress.
"Damn, she looks tasty," she whispers, running a tongue over her lips.
Suddenly you remember your exact words to the old woman when you made your wish. "Make her more like me... make her more of an initiative-taker." It looks like you got your wish, all right - your girlfriend obviously shares your taste in women, and what's more, she seems bound and determined to take some initiative about it.
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