further research into the wishbone

Tom looked at Joanna incredulously, "a bone with magic powers? Give me a break, that's as moronic as the liklihood of an alien spaceship attacked Sunnydale and dinosaurs came out of it."

Joanna was a little put off by her friends sneer, but she was a dark witch after all and hefted a mighty tome as defense "it's a powerful artifact in the occult community dweeb, rumor has it that it can even bend reality to its users will. But it's cursed to damn any who use its power straight to hell"

Tom had never seen the bad ass dark witch scared of much before, she was the kind of girl who strapped herself in leather corsets, pushing her sexuality to an alarmingly revealing degree, and also being fond of thick chunky curb stomping combat boots, to which she liberally would pound plenty of perverts into the pavement with these steel toed stripper boots. To suffice to say she had taken her fair share of roles in his private fantasies, many if which he believed she rightly deserved. However he cared for his friend, and the nymphotic dark witch was formidable, and so he turned to his computer screen and began a nerdgasmic data quest, using his various hacker skills. Activating his demons and programs throughout the net to dig up the dirtiest and darkest of the Web and uncover the secrets of the wishbone. The results were puzzling, finding strange accounts of erotic stories where the protagonists usually came into possession of a small bone with unusual warmth emanating from it. The bone would grant the holders any wish so long as physical contact with the bone was remained, and as a sign the bone would throb and heat up. The power of this artifact seemed unimaginable, but the real horrific evidence Tom uncovered about the bone, is that it seems that all the erotic stories released on the Internet were just loose parodies of existing events surrounding an actual Satan's fingerbone, surfacing throughout history and seeming to cause horrific events and gruesome murders in the news. Tom was freaked out even more so by the bones price on amazon, a measly 0.39, a bargain surely for such a powerful artifact, Joanna looked over his shoulder begging him to buy the artifact, he warm voice was in his ear and her soft bosom pressed firmly into his shoulder, for a moment as he mouse his cursor over the "add to cart" button he considered the fantasy of having all this power over some of the women in bis life, particularly the stuck up Joanna.

Meanwhile Joanna was overjoyed, the wishbone was said to have powers to make any of the users wishes true, warlocks had used it to change themselves and grant them godlike powers. Surely capable of destroying the summers. Her mind was filled with the ways she could use this artifact to crush the slayer and make her into her mewling plaything, feeling the bone throb as she conquered the slayer and made her into her own little bitch. Joanna grinned and clamored to the computer screen, leaning over tom's shoulder to do so and grasping for the mouse, "please buy it Tom, we need this, we so need this Tom. Please make me happy Tom?" She pulled out some tricks at the end and started her charm, leaning into his ear and letting her breath tickle his earlobe as she whispered how much she wanted him to do it for her. She was successful of course in her ruse as the boy stiffened up as her words seemed to sink in, and almost mechanically to click the buy button.

Tom was rock hard of course, Joanna was literally breathing down his neck just like in most of his fantasies. But as soon as his finger depressed the button the witch came to, and stood up and twirled tightly showing off her gorgeously firm ass as she looked over her shoulder at Tom, "I'll be in my room doing something productive about this situation then, don't disturb me." She starts to walk away, swinging her hips in a way no man couldn't watch, and before reaching the door she turns to tom and sneers at him, "don't jerk off too much dickweed." She then turns and slams the door, stomping off to her room. Tom brushes it off his shoulder, turning back to the blue glow of his screen, he packs and fills a bowl, and then turns the his porn back on. Content to wait for the future in solitude as well.