By the time Maxine had poured both beers, and placed a menu consisting of a single sheet of laminated paper before Maddie, Steve had returned. "Thanks... Max," he said. "I heartily recommend the burger," he said to Maddie as he sat."Hard to avoid," said Maddie. The menu was nothing but burgers, toppings and condiments. The only sides were a selection of pickle spears and chips. She ordered a double with cheese and plenty of toppings."I like a woman with an appetite," Steve said after Maxine had. Looking up into the mirror above his dresser, Gerald saw a dark grey cloud roughly the shape of a human form behind him. “I am the spirit of the ring,” the ghostly form spoke. “Wish for whatever you want and it will be granted. There will be no consequences from the wishing, but your actions, as is normal of your kind, will bear fruit in the world around you. Just remember, you must say ‘I wish’.” Upon saying wish, the foggy figure dissipated. Gerald sat on edge of his bed thinking of what his. Generally, I don’t wear a bra at home. But tonight for some reason, I didn’t even wear a panty.So I wished him a good night. He was doing something on his laptop on the couch in the hall. He was again sipping a can of Carlsberg. I asked him about it. He told me to get one for myself from the fridge and sit with him for a chit chat. With a beer or without it, I always enjoy spending time with him.It was Saturday night, so I joined in. But he was just doing his work with his laptop while I was. He knew from the other night, that she was much older than the other ladies, but her shape, and fitness was that of a MUCH younger woman. Her hair was a silver-grey, and was up in a knot at the back of her head, but was soft as silk. NOT the courseness of an old person. She saw he was looking at her hair, and told him, "Amazin' whut a jar o' salad dressin' will do fer yer hair. Better'n any shampoo. That'n a hot towel does th' trick, ever' time. Works the same on th' south 40, too. Keeps it.