"What's your idea?" I asked.
Alexa had a devilish grin on her face. "I said I don't want to hurt anyone. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to teach a few people a lesson,” she explained.
“Ooh,” I said, intrigued by her statement. “Anyone in particular come to mind?”
Her grin widened, as if that was possible. “Oh, yea,” she said. “An old ‘boyfriend,’” she rolled her eyes as she said the word, “if you could even call him that, who needs to be brought down to Earth just a little bit. Rick Altamonte.”
“Who’s that, other than an ex?” I asked.
“Let me apologize ahead of time,” she said. “This is going to get me a little mad. He was a guy who hit on me when I modeled. Finally, just to get him off my back, I agreed to go out with him.” She paused and shook her head as if to try and rid her mind of bad memories. “Unfortunately I was…attracted to him and went out with him for a while. Then I quit modeling. As soon as I quit modeling, he quit me. Said he couldn’t be seen with a has-been or some shit like that.”
I took it all in. “So he just kicked you to the curb?” I asked.
She replied, “Yep. Immediately started dating one of the other girls at my agency. Nice girl, I wasn’t mad at her, but I’m sure he’s dumped her by now.”
“Pardon me for asking,” I said, “but how were you attracted to him?”
Her face reddened. “Oh, I am so embarrassed by this now,” she said. “Two things: his muscles and his cock. There, I said it.”
I wasn’t very muscled before my wish. I wasn’t extremely more muscled now. I just looked toned and fit. Now I felt a bit jealous. “So I don’t attract you?” I asked.
“You probably wouldn’t have then,” she admitted. “But of course you do now. That’s the whole point. I was such a shallow idiot, only caring about muscle-freaks like him. At least he did it the natural way, didn’t use steroids or anything.”
“As evidenced by the size of his cock, huh?” I chuckled.
Her face was even redder now. “Hey, stop it, OK?” she demanded. “I said I’m embarrassed enough.”
“OK, OK,” I agreed. “So how do you want to get back at him?” I asked.
“Well,” she answered, “before we get to that, we need to be on the same page the whole time. We need to be able to practically think as one and act as one.”
“Go on,” I said, more intrigued now than I was a few minutes ago.
“The ring grants your wishes,” she said. “We know that. What about granting mine?” she asked.
“Just ask me,” I said.
“I know,” she said, “but maybe there’s a way that you can make the ring grant my wishes without you having to say them.”
That was an interesting idea. Could I extend the power of the ring to other people? I felt pretty confident that I could trust her, so I wasn’t worried about her abusing the power. I had to know the answer. “Let’s find out,” I said.
Before I could make the wish, she interrupted me. “Look, you’ve already put a lot of trust in me, and you need to know it’s well placed, so make sure that you word it so that I can’t make changes to you in any way without your consent. That way it’ll work both ways and we can’t abuse each other.”
“OK,” I said. I let her take all the credit for the idea, even though I had intended to word it that way at the start. “I wish that any wishes Alexa makes would be granted by the power of the ring without me having to wish them myself but that she would not be able to make any changes to me without my own prior consent.”
“How can we test it?” she asked.
“Make a simple wish, I suppose,” I replied.
“Hmm,” she said as she looked around the kitchen. “I wish there was an apple on the counter,” she said. The ring continued to amaze as an apple appeared right on the counter. “Awesome,” she said. “Now let’s get back to Rick. I have a great idea, but, it’s going to take both of us and you may not like it, so let me describe it to you and if you agree, let’s do it, ‘kay?”
“OK,” I said.
She said, “You see…”