I decided I might as well head home and do some wishing there. I briefly thought about teleporting, but hailed a cab instead with the help of a wish.
The driver didn't talk much, which I appreciated because I was busy thinking about future wishes. I wasn't too busy, though, to wish to know a few things about him; I ended the ride by giving him two tips: a $50 bill for the $21.80 fare and a wish to give his wife a desire to perform frequent blowjobs on him.
My parents weren't home. In fact, they'd left me home alone for the entire week while they were out of town. That kind of thing had been the chief privilege resulting from my trustworthy nature, at least until I'd been given the magic ring.
As I normally did for dinner when my parents were gone, I took a frozen dinner out of its box and started to put it in the microwave, and then realized that was something else I'd never have to do again. Within minutes, I was chowing down on a delicious steak dinner I'd conjured up.
Once I'd cleared the table by wishing the dishes to disappear, I set to work improving my living conditions. By the time I was done, the house had gained a third story, occupied by my living quarters, which looked more like a luxury penthouse apartment than a teenage boy's bedroom. I made other improvements throughout, doing everything from tripling the closet space in my parents' bedroom (something I knew my mother would have wished for) to getting rid of the spots of dead grass that plagued a corner of our front lawn.
I spent the next couple of hours playing around with the new stuff I'd given myself. I got a bit distracted with the pinball machine, but when I realized it was 9:00, I sat down on my leather couch, turned on my 52-inch TV, and flipped to WTLC.
What I did not see was Lauren Wu. Instead, I saw...