I focused on the comic book picture with all my focus, holding onto the wishing coin as hard as I could. It started to heat up and the burning sensation become almost unbearable, but I maintained all my mental energy on that picture. Her tits, her lips, her eyes, her hair. And then, something went off in my head. I don’t know what. I don’t know how I knew, but in that moment I cleared my mind and just thought of my girlfriend, Sally.

She was all I could think about. Brunette. Cute. Soft, but in a good way. But the more I thought of her, the more her image in my mind faded. And so did the coin.

All the buzzing in my head had fallen silent, so you can understand why the sudden ding of my phone gave me a bit of a fright.

I picked it up and recognized the number — Sally’s cell. But the name in my phone book had changed somehow.

Mary Jane.

It worked.

She had sent me a selfie.

“Heyyyy Tiger,” she texted. Just like in the comics.

“Why don’t you come over so I can suck your dick?”

Ok. Not like the comics.

Even better.