and realized that I didn't know where to go. Where were the places where men would pick up women and pay them? "ooh, I wish I were smarter." It was like someone turned on a light in my head, and I could see things I couldn't before. "I wish I were a lot smarter, smarter than Joe. I wish I were a genius!"
Briana looked concerned. "Are you OK, honey?"
"I'm fine, I'm great. I wish Briana was just a little bit less smart than me." Briana staggered. "Wo" she said.
I realized how clueless Joe had been, not really much smarter than the old me. Why come up with this complicated rigamarole to make money rather than just wish for it. "I wish Briana and I had bank accounts with ten million dollars apiece." Done!
Even though I was a genius, I was still a horny nympho babe. But streetwalking was for suckers--with a sigh I realized that although Joe had written wishes to protect me from cops and pimps, it had never even occurred to him to protect me from johns. "I wish that Briana and I lived in a high-end brothel we owned, and that we had a carefully-vetted clientele of the richest and most handsome men in the world who appreciate our outstanding sexual talents. Mike will be the administrator and satisfy our sexual needs when business is slow.".
We found ourselves in a beautifully furnished bedroom. One last thing before we entertained our first clients. "I wish I had the glass I drank out of to become Barbie." It appeared in my hand, and I smashed it against the wall. Goodbye Joe, you pathetic loser. "I wish that everyone except Briana and me would forget Joe and Brian ever existed."