Where to now?

Back home to bake a cake

John felt happy and horny as he walked back home. Sara had been an object of his fantasies for a long time, and now it seemed he was close to making her his reality. He considered snapping his fingers to make her his, but she was too perfect to be made his puppet. He wanted her to want him on his own.

Back inside, he set down the sugar and Sara's story on the counter. John had lied when he'd said he was baking a cake. Now he thought he should. Sara had said it sounded good, maybe that could be his next excuse to see her. Who says no to cake?

So John set to work looking for ingredients. Eggs, flour, Sara's sugar.... John soon realized he never made a cake before and wasn't sure what he was doing. His new power had worked on his clothes....

John snapped his fingers, and everything he had laid out on the counter assembled themselves into the best looking cake he'd ever seen! "Huh." John thought, "not bad..."

It was way too soon to return to Sara's with the cake. John didn't want to look ****. He also knew she'd never believe he'd made a cake so fast. It looked like he had time to kill.