Get to know her better

Tom stood in the elevator riding up to the room, having left Sarah downstairs with the girls as herself, having to admit that his wife was becoming rather adept at pretending to be a 18 year-old girl again. It still amused him that she wanted to do this, having been rather staid and conservative in their prior lives, but he wasn't about to ruin it for her. "Or yourself," he thought outloud as he looked at his reflection in the mirror as he neared the 25th floor. Let it be known that he didn't appreciate the school district for providing him with a nice room.

He stepped out onto the floor and as he walked towards the room, he fingered the coin in his pocket, feeling it starting to grow warm in his touch. Sarah had given him his permission to use it to effect the harem plan, ostensibly her idea, starting with Yasmine. He still didn't understand how it came to impact him or effect him, the coin should've been limited to only changing Sarah, not him or anyone else. Yet how was he able to explain the life he now had? Did he always think too much about things?

Tom decided to try out a theory. I wish that whatever my body does to Sarah now as Amorina affects other women around me to the point where they become as easily controlled as she is by my words and actions. He thought about that, how absurd it sounded, and he just decided to push it a bit more. As much as I control Sarah, I want to be able to control these women... The coin felt hot to his touch and, for a moment, he wondered if he broke the coin. There was some limits, after all, that he should not exceed and a part of him felt guilty for it. But just as the emotion crossed his mind, and he was tempted to rescind or reword his wish, the coin cooled down to a hot, but not blistering, temperate in his hand and the familiar sense that a wish had been granted washed over him.

Figuring that this was a moment to try out something, he stopped at the door to the room and was about to slide in the card key when the door burst open and Yasmine, a mass of blonde hair, saw him and immediately crumpled into him. "Uh..wha..?"

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"How unlucky can 1 guy and 1 girl get?"

Ms. Norman looked aghast at the sight of the room and the manager of the hotel had quickly dispatched a call downstairs as the ceiling to the bathroom continued to pour water onto the floor and over her clothes, what she had brought with her to change out of. Almost immediately she had turned to look at Tom but all he did was place a hand around Yasmine's shoulders and held her close to him. The woman just kept her head rested against his torso, Tom was about 6 inches taller than her, and she looked at Ms. Norman. "All of my clothes were there..."

"We'll put you in a suite upstairs, that's the least we can do," the manager apologized, jotting down the new room number and immediately swapped out their old cards for new ones. "If you would like, we can get a per diem for you?"

Tom smiled and looked at the woman's head before shaking his head. "It's okay, do you have a sheet or something? She's soaked."

"Of course!" As the man quickly went to the housekeeping locker on the floor for a sheet, he looked over at the coach.

"What's our afternoon schedule? Think we have enough time?"

"I'll make time, don't worry." She looked at the sheet. "The girls have check-in and evening reception but there's nothing for us to do until then." She looked at Yasmine. "I'm sorry about this, Yasmine."

"You didn't do anything about the roof," she whispered and smiled slightly, not budging from her place in his arms. Tom was an excellent hugger, that was for sure. "I just am glad that it was us and not the girls..."

He took the sheet from the returned manager and after confirming the room for the three of them, he bade Ms. Norman a quick see you later and helped Yasmine walk to the elevator, making sure that she was still covered up. The smell coming from her was a bit much and he wondered if it was gray water that leaked on her, though he didn't say anything. They quickly got to their new room 5 floors up, a King suite, and he immediately walked her to the bathroom, making a show of testing things "for the queen" that had her laughing despite dripping and smelling something nasty. Once the water was going and warm, he smiled and motioned for her to pass him into the bathroom. "I'll start to see what's available for us."

"Thanks," she answered and slowly watched him step out of the bathroom before she glanced at her body. "Oh my..."