"I wished for the same thing." Barbara replied as she felt her husband put his arm around her waist and draw her close."I wonder if this old well stil... has a few wishes left." Marvin speculated as he fished in his pocket for a penny."It doesn't have any water anymore." Barbara stated."I can't see why that should matter." Marvin replied as he pressed a penny into the soft soil in the center of the well. Barbara took a penny from her husband and pressed it into the soil as well. After each of. I had got a job with Pete when he bought Driftwood. I was the designer. I knew exactly what shade of paint were on each wall, what style flooring, where the chrome tap fittings had come from. I also ordered all the kinkiness that was upstairs from the lube cupboard to the fluffy hand cuffs in the zebra themed playroom. I would come back to driftwood under bags and I would insist that I had to try them out on someone. Pete always offered. And I never turned him down. A couple of times we would. I leaned over the sink and ran Mrs. Bresnan'shands over my face. I ran my finger down her slight ski slope nose, mynose now, over the small freckles then down to my new lips. I used herhands, (my hands now, I guess I need to start thinking of them as mine)to gently squeeze a bit of my cheek and watched the soft skin snap backinto place. Even my tongue felt different as I ran it over my new teethand watched the mirror image of this beautiful blonde do the same thing.Something about the absurdity. Standing majestically upon the altar that once housed the arcane prison that suspended you in time, your eyes adjusted to the sight of the familiar gloomy chamber around you. It was the place where those impudent brats had entrapped you with their loathsome trickery, this specially sealed room of roughly hewn obsidian pillars and clusters of magic crystals forming upon the walls. You remembered that they were once a pristine cyan blue, flowing with latent mystical energy, naturally imbued with.