Something else in her last statement bothered me. "Monique, you are not mine. You don't belong to anyone but yourself. Don't ever think any differently."
She kissed me again. "Joey, you are such a perfect man."
I blushed. "I don't think I'm perfect."
"You are perfect for me," she said. She, too, then noticed that the fire was dwindling. "We had better go," she said.
"I have to make the wishes first," I said. "First, I wish that the Bockman's had a new, very attractive, French maid, named Gabrielle. I wish that everyone thought she had always been their maid. I wish no one ever knew Monique was the Bockman's maid except for me and her. I wish that Monique lived in the extra room in my house with my mother and myself, and that she had a full wardrobe and everything else she would need to live a normal life. I wish that everyone knew she was my girlfriend. I wish that my mother had no problem with the fact that she lives in the same house as me. I also wish that she would not care if we have sex with each other."
"If?" Monique interrupted.
"Well, better not to assume," I said.
She giggled. "Something tells me it would have been alright to."
"I think I've covered everything," I said. "Everyone will think you're my girlfriend, no one will remember you as being the Bockman's maid, and Brad's feelings won't be hurt because he has Gabrielle to lust after."
We looked at each other for a moment. She must have been contemplating what her life was going to be like now. I had a small amount of uncertainty, too. This was certainly going to be different.
The fire burned itself out and we both found ourselves trying to warm our naked bodies. "Can we go home now?" Monique asked.
"I wish we were there right now," I said.
Just like that, we found ourselves in my room, sitting in the same positions on my bed. It was very late now and I knew my mother was sleeping. "Let me show you your room," I said.
I led her down the narrow hallway towards the back room that had been relatively empty for a very long time. I opened the door and was greeted with the sight of a fully furnished room, decked out in a very pinkish floral style. Monique walked in and said, "This is so nice."
"I guess it's just the way you would like it," I said.
"It is," she said, turning on a light to really see how it looked. "My mirror!" she remarked. She walked over to the large mirror that hung over the dresser and told me, "I saved so much money to buy this. I am glad I have it."
"Wishes do come true," I said while smiling.
She walked over to me and hugged me tightly. "This is all thanks to you," she said.
"Actually," I corrected her, "It's all thanks to the old woman."
"But," she said, "It was because of your kindness that she gave you the ring. So it really did start with you." I admired her fine sense of flattery.
"It's late," I said. "We should go to bed."
"Do you want to...you know?" she asked.
"I think we already have," I said. "We should just wait."
"OK, then," she said, kissing me once more. "I will see you in the morning."
"I can't wait," I said, and with that I left the room and closed the door behind me. What to do tomorrow?