"......Hey! You shot me with an arrow!" The red haired assassin raised her eyebrow and pulled her mask off. "Really?" she said "That's the best thing ...you've got? You shot me with an arrow? Real creative." "Well excuse me if speaking isn't my best trait, I'm still new at this!" I argued. The redhead's eyebrows shot up even further. "Wait a minute, when were you judged?" "Uh, yesterday." The redhead threw her hands in the air. "Oh come on! You asshole! You said it would be someone who would test. As well as that she had the most contagious smile. Mrs Clarke had light glowing brown hair about shoulder length. A small frame but well toned from what Adam could tell, her legs where long, toned and smooth. She always seemed to wear tanned stockings she loved the feel and look of them. Her legs looked strong in a way that looked as though they could just about do anything. With all the tight skirts at knee length she wore it was easy for Adam to see her ass which was amazing. It came complete. Yeah, I use to think that. But I was wrong. I never really understood the nature of a wish. A wish states two things. I want what I wish for and what I have isn't good enough for me. That's the nature of a wish. The nature of a wish is inherently greedy, selfish, and evil. And that nature was about to bite me in the ass. Let me explain...My lesson in the nature of wishing occurred one bright April day. I was sitting outside enjoying the beautiful Southern California day wishing, now, wishing. At that time we didn’t even have abathroom. One day just before setting off for work, the heaterbroke down. When I returned that evening it was workingagain but something was different, it was a differentwater heater, the same model but you know the way youcan tell things are different, small scratches,blemishes, dents. It was definitely a different boiler.I asked my wife, who by the way, was a beautiful, slim25 year old, who wore a very, very brief mini skirt(and hardly ever wore.