Over the next several months I continued to make wishes. It was fun but it was beginning to trouble me. The more and more I wished, the more
cruel my wishes became. After seeing thousands of beautiful women naked, it was no longer enough to just see them naked. I started wishing for
them to want to have sex with me but than after having had sex with thousands of beautiful women, that too became boring. I began to wish that
they wouldn't want to have sex with me so that I could force myself upon them. I felt like I was turning into a monster.
One day I had an unexpected visitor. I opened the door to see an old man with a long gray beard but he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda
shorts and sunglasses.
He asked, "The shadows are moving again. You wouldn't happen to know anything about a ring?"
I asked, "Who are you and what do you want?"
He answered "My name is Gandalf Stormcrow. I have concerns about a certain ring of power."
I stood there in my central air conditioned home as a jumbo jet flew over head wondering, "Is this guy for real?"