The bone eludes him

The wishbone twitched as Jake's fingers approached it. Right before he touched it the wishbone rolled away. Jake dragged his fingers along the carpet, but the bone rolled completely under the couch and out of reach.

“Hold up a sec,” said Jake, pushing Amy off him.

“No way, lover!” Amy shoved Jake back down using the strength he had wished into her. She pulled his arms over his head and pinned his wrists down with one hand. “Amy's horny!”

Jake struggled, but couldn't break her grip. He started to yell at her, but she cut him off by burying his face in her huge breasts. As she rolled them all over his head, Jake began to get aroused again. By the time she pulled off of him, he was smiling.

“Well, maybe one more fuck.”

Two days later the apartment manager opened his office door for the police.

“Thank you for coming officer. I'm Tom Blowen, I run these apartments.”

Officer Kent, a tall, muscular man with dark hair, smiled politely to the manager. He recognized what Tom was immediately, a small old man who didn't care about his job unless he had to. “They said there was a disturbance here, sir?”

“Yes, yes. Follow me.” Tom led the officer out of the office and through the apartment building. “There have been noises coming from this one apartment for a couple days. It sounded like a man and a woman having a good time, so we left it alone. But it's been non-stop! And one of the neighbors swears the man is yelling, 'Help me!' That's probably his warped little imagination, but I figured I'd better call the police, just in case.”

The two men climbed the stairs, with Officer Kent getting significantly less winded than the older man. A Hispanic young maid waited for them at the apartment door. They could hear the moans through the door easily.

“Ah, Maria,” said Tom. “Could you open the door, please.”

The maid pulled out a master key unlocked the door, then swung it open wide. All three of them gasped when they saw what was inside. Amy was still riding Jake on the couch, humping and moaning crazily.

Jake turned to them. With a raspy, worn out voice he said, “Help... me!”

Twenty minutes later Officer Kent returned to the apartment.

“All right, I've got those two locked up in the back of my cruiser. That cheerleader is a hell of a lot stronger than she looks! I had to handcuff her to the door to get her off that guy, but he still won't tell me what's going on. Do either of you know what would make two people fu- I mean have intercourse for two days straight without eating, drinking, or sleeping?”

Tom and Maria shook their heads. Then a speck of white under the couch caught Maria's eye.

“What's that?”