"Oh future wishes can't counter pastwishes... Hmmm..."It took Charlie a few minutes to work it out. Pete had wished to helphim out, and had been turne...d into a copy of his favorite heels, butapparently that wasn't enough... Maybe he had to wear him to finish thatpart of the wish.After a few more minutes of pushing and pulling, Charlie was unable toget the shoes on his feet. He knew the wishes had to be doable, or elsethey wouldn't be granted, but why couldn't he get the shoes on? "Ohdamnit, I. You're Trev...we met at Wendy's party a couple of months ago." I asked her how she had been, and what she was doing at the hospital. She told me she was the admissions director, and asked me my business there. I told her I was finishing up with a slight health issue. We small-talked for about fifteen minutes, and she said, "Why don't we go out for a drink and some dinner...are you busy?" I told her I'd like that, and offered to drive. Seeing her demurely get into my Corvette was an erotic trip. A warm, late-September evening. Carol and I were sitting on top of a picnic table near the reservoir, she in the center, her feet on the bench, and I behind her with my legs on either side of her as I massaged her shoulders. We didn’t know each other that well, but there had been a slow flirtation going on and we had somehow decided to take a walk together and wound up here. She was small and dark—her last name was Spanish-sounding—and her petite figure looked very girlish in what seemed. The large stiff nipples looked like pencil erasers. Suddenly his face colored in embarrassment as Jenny looked up and caught his gaze. She smiled again and tried to take the papers that Jim held in his frozen hand."Uh... well, uh... I guess I... uh, had better get to my meeting," Jim stammered like a nervous teenager."Yes you better, wouldn't want to keep your clients waiting," Jenny said, doing nothing to prevent Jim's eyes from quickly looking down her blouse one more time before they both.