The first thought I had as I sat down on the couch was one of anger. I was really mad that my world peace
wish did not work. What happened to Rachel was just the kind of thing that would be prevented if my wish had
been accepted. I decided it best to leave those feelings aside for now. I had to do something to help
Rachel.
I felt it was necessary for me to try and act as a protector for her. But she had a point in that I couldn't
just stop showing up to work without consequences. I determined it was time for another test of the ring. I
wished that I was on a paid vacation from my job until further notice.
As soon as I finished my wish, my phone rang. I jumped off the couch to answer it as quick as I could.
"Hello?" I said.
"Joe, glad I caught you. It's Craig, how are you?" the voice asked.
Craig was my boss at my job. He was a good guy, easy to get along with and someone who would go to bat for
you when needed. "Good, how about you?" I asked back.
"Great," he said. "I've got greater news for you. Your vacation request was approved, and it's effective
immediately, so I wanted to call you tonight to make sure you didn't bother coming in tomorrow."
"Oh, that is great," I said.
"Yea, it is," Craig laughed. "I don't know how the hell you got them to OK this, but I'm not gonna question
them. We'll miss you till you get back, but you just enjoy the time off, OK, buddy?"
"I sure will, Craig, thanks for the call. Bye!" I said.
Well, I thought to myself. That was certainly a good wish. Now I had unlimited free time on my hands. I
wouldn't have to worry about leaving Rachel alone. Now I needed to provide Rachel a place to stay. I had a
spare room in my apartment, but it was pretty much useless as a bedroom. For starters, there wasn't a bed in
it. I went into my own bedroom and found it to be just as messy as the bathroom had been. But since I was
able to wish the bathroom into a clean, orderly fashion, I decided to do the same with the bedrooms. My bed
was made, my clothes were put away and everything looked perfectly presentable.
The spare bedroom gained a bed and the clutter was organized and put away. Rachel could stay in the spare bedroom for now.
When I returned to the living room, I was startled to find Rachel, clad only in a towel. She had come to
retrieve the other clothes she brought with her. "Oh, shoot, sorry," I said as I averted my eyes. "Didn't
know you were done."
Before I averted my eyes I could see Rachel jump a little. She must have still been on edge and I probably
startled her more. "Sorry, I forgot to get my clothes," she said. "It's OK, Joe, I'm covered up."
I resumed looking at her and confirmed this. She did make quite an impression in that towel. Even with her
bruises she was still a beautiful woman. "So, you can stay in my spare room since, and a beleive there are some extra clothes in there from my ex roommate's girlfriend." I told her.
"You're so kind," said Rachel. She walked past me to the bedroom. I quickly wished for some clothes for her to be in the top drawer of the dresser and I returned to the couch.
A few minutes later she emerged fully clothed The towel was now wrapped around her hair.
She was tugging at the tank top and failing to keep it from riding up and exposing the gap between it and the low rise yoga pants she now was wearing.
"Sorry." I appologized, "I thought they would be your size." Actually i didn't. I wished them to be a couple sizes smaller for selfish purposes.
"Its fine, At least the Bra is perfectly sized." She said as she realized her fight with the tank top to cover her midrift was giving her cleavage more exposure. i Swallowed hard as adjusted her chest in the cups.
She pulled off her towel and exposed her wet hair.
"Damn, I don't have my hair dryer. Do you have one?" she asked.
"No," I said. "Do you want me to go get yours?"
"No!" she shouted. "Sorry," she said at a normal level. "That's OK. I...I don't really want anyone to go in
there right now." I could only assume her reasons as to why. Perhaps it was in total disarray. Perhaps the
police advised her not to go back for a certain period of time. "This is the bad part of having long hair,"
she said as she unwrapped the towel. "Takes forever to get dry on its own."