I thought about how to wish myself back to myself, orat least something close. I decided I would just wish myself to be afamous actor. Couldn't go wro...ng being a guy like that.I opened the box, and following the familiar flash the short manappeared."I take it you think you have a way out of this." Yes. I wish I were Brad Pitt." Sorry. You can't wish to be somebody else. It's a complicated rule, soI'll spare you the details."I was getting angry with the wish-granter. "Fine, I wish to be a. Jamie sprinted to the bedroom and quickly threw on her light gray yoga pants, her white sneakers, and an aquamarine sports bra. She ripped open her purse and groaned as she realized that her keys weren’t in it.“I can’t find my fucking keys! Have you seen them?” She yelled out to Patrick. “Nope! No sign of them! You can still probably make it there in time if you leave right now. Just take my truck! Keys are on the counter!”She wasn’t a fan of driving such a big car, but she really didn’t want. She loved pushing her face so hard into her guy’s belly that her nose was buried and she could hardly breathe. She loved holding it there and turning her eyes towards whatever eyes or cameras were watching her. Or watching herself like this in a mirror… THAT was the most fun of all. JoAnne was a beauty and, though humble, she knew it… with her angel-like face, big brown eyes, amazing smile and long blonde hair... her make-up just right… her slim figure and her pants flatteringly tight. But she. Has he been captured also? Or is it just me? Has Logan perhaps already been killed somehow?The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, dark hair, dark eyes. He even has the same kind of extravagant sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shorter than Logan’s. His hair is also shorter, and it has begun to recede slightly at.