He did, and it's not good (for our heroes).

Sarah had gone home that night, unable to tell her husband about what had just transpired. As he looked in vain for the coin, she wished she could say something. "Maybe you just misplaced it?" She said, offering him a half smile. "Come to bed. We can look for it tomorrow."

"Yea," he said, his crestfallen face speaking volumes. He climbed into bed next to her and ran his hands down her sides. "Well, that doesn't mean we can't have some fun tonight."

I wish you would no longer become sexually aroused by your husband.

That was Mr. Boston's last wish. The night was... unfavorable, at best. She had to turn her husband down, something she hadn't done in such a long time. She made up some excuse about being exhausted and needing to be at work on time the next morning. He seemed to buy it, but she would need to come up with something else. Maybe she could convince Mr. Boston to rescind his wish? Was that even possible? Probably not. She'd have to get the coin back from him somehow.

The next morning, she was out the door before Tom even woke up. She sped off to the office, getting there early enough to beat Mr. Boston in. She quickly went into his office and began to scour it for the box of coins.

"I figured you would try something like this," Mr. Boston said, standing in the doorway behind Sarah.

Shit! He wasn't supposed to be in for another fifteen minutes! "Oh, Mr. Boston, I was-"

"Oh dear. You were looking for the coins, weren't you? I wouldn't just leave them in the office," he reached into his pocket and pulled out the familiar piece of change. "You must be punished... I wonder what we should do..."