“A burger for lunch. And you for dessert!”They found an off-brand burger stand in the airport.“What were you looking for so frantically?” Mike...asked. “Or was that just part of your Crazy Lady act?”Emily laughed. “I was looking for my Plan B.”“Plan B?”“Yeah. If I couldn’t persuade you to give me my eighteenth birthday fuck, I was going to find a ladies' room stall, and use my trusty vibrator while thinking of you. One way or another, you were going to give me a birthday orgasm.”Having finished. I used one once when I needed toget ready for my cousin's wedding in one hour after I've got home fromthe bank." Wow!" I say again.There are wishes which are stronger than the two hour wish I've got butthey are assigned to some special persons by the government and theiruse is supervised. Even if I was assigned one, I am not sure I'd beallowed to use it to make me a real girl.There was a time almost one hundred years ago, before the governmentmonopolized production and distribution of wishes,. Just let me test out my ideas, John.”“You mean, a compound bow? I think that’s the term; no, wait: I mean composite bow ... composed of multiple materials. Whatever I mean, go ahead and test out your ideas. They are bound to be interesting.”“Thanks, John.” He chuckled as he added, “My ladies were appreciative that you came along to make amends for me, and they showed me last night that all was well. Of course, now I have to make the same standard of latrine at the new campsite, but that’s. Unjust termination.’ ‘All of the above.’ Tammy agreed uneasily. ‘Listen, Joe, I’m not saying she would, or even if she did, that she’d win. But this situation has FUBAR written in capital letters all over it.’ Fuck. Fuck her. Fuck this. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! ‘I see.’ he grumbled. ‘So you’re saying we need to keep her on board.’ Tammy nodded. ‘It’s only a couple of months, Joe. You’re a grown man, I’m sure you can handle it.’ Joe grimaced. ‘Maybe she’ll leave on her own.’ ‘Maybe, but I.