The car pulls into the parking lost of a beach-side restaurant.

The car slowed to a stop outside a restaurant as the sun’s light dimmed in the sky. “I’ve always wanted to try this place,” Selina said with a smile. “It looks nice,” Jonny said as he climbed out of the car. The waves crashed in the background, and the gulls echoed their call from the water. The two walked toward the restaurant as the breeze rustled about. Stepping inside, Jonny was greeted by the sound of a piano—a sort of Tony-Bennett style melody with a singer dressed in a nice suit. “Good evening,” said a middle-aged man in a very nice suit, “would the lady like a table a table outside this evening?” Selina seemed surprised by the luxury of the place. “Oh, well, sure,” she said as she looked to Jonny, “yeah outside would be great,” she said. “Very good. Right this way,” said the man, and they both followed. They were led out on to the patio in full view of a now-dark sky and seated by the edge of it. “Thank you,” they both said as the man handed them their menus.

The minutes ticked by as they both decided what they wanted and ordered. They gave the waiter their menus back and then looked to each other there in the night. “So can I ask you something?” Selina asked. “Sure,” Jonny said. “This thing—this—what we’re doing,” she began, “our date . . . would Lisa mind this? Would you parents mind this?” she said pensively. Jonny smiled. “Right now the important thing is that I don’t mind this, not one bit,” he said. Selina smiled widely. “So how long are you staying with Lisa?” she asked. “Well,” Jonny began, “I think my family will actually be out of town for quite a bit longer than we thought . . . just got the call today, so not sure but a while,” Jonny said. Selina looked pleased.

“So,” Selina started, “when I asked you to come with me tonight, why did you say yes?” Jonny chuckled a little. Of course, Selina had no clue the only reason she had asked him at all was that Jonny—a formless, shapeless demon who had **** his way inside the body of a young boy—had used his supernatural powers to mind control her into having a crush on Jonny’s meat suit which was about a quarter-century younger than that of the curvy officer. Jonny figured spilling the beans on that one would screw up the romantic mood, so he kept it under wraps. “Well you said you thought I was cute,” Jonny said, “and I think you’re kinda cute too,” he said with a smile. Selina blushed.

“So, um, what do you want to do after college—well first what do you want to major in I should ask,” Selina inquired. “Well I really don’t know what I want to major in . . . I like to write, so maybe English or History or something,” Jonny said, “and after that . . . not clue,” he said with a laugh, “world domination!” he said, smiling. Selina laughed loudly, “And how do you plan to manage that?” she asked. “Oh well the plan had been to start collecting various minions,” he said with a joking look, “and maybe sometimes I’d step in and do some things myself if I needed first-hand knowledge,” he said. She laughed again, “What do you mean ‘step in yourself’?” she asked. “Oh,” Jonny explained, “I was referring to body snatching,” he said, laughing harder now, “it’s the ultimate way to be a fly on the wall—I could be your greatest informant! You know . . . posses the mob boss’s wife just to keep an eye on him,” he said. Selina was laughing hysterically too. “Well you’ve certainly got a vivid imagination,” she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Oh do I ever,” Jonny answered as he took a drink of water.

The two were interrupted as the food came, and they ate in peace, chatting it up the whole time. At the close of the meal, Selina leaned back in her chair, her belly full. “That was wonderful,” she said. Jonny nodded. The two sat and looked into each other’s eyes. The waves crashed on to the beach, and a bell rang in the distance. “What was that?” Selina asked as she perked up and looked off into the distance. “I think it was the bell from the lighthouse,” Jonny answered. Selina smiled. “I love lighthouses,” she said, “ . . . have since I was a little girl . . . always wanted my dad to take me on a tour of lighthouses ‘cause they were so pretty, but he never would because he was afraid of heights.” Jonny turned around and peered about for a couple seconds. “What are you looking for?” Selina asked. “Well . . . don’t think I see your dad around here,” Jonny said with a mischievous smile. Selina’s jaw dropped when she discerned what he was thinking.

“NO!” she said, trying to hold back her laughter, “are you fucking serious?” she asked. “Why of course I am, my dear officer,” Jonny said pleasantly. “Oh my God you’re just the cutest little thing,” she said with a wide smile and deep laugh. Within just a few minutes, the two of them were trekking along the beach with the sand seeping into their shoes and between their toes. “Okay, so, if we get caught, we’ll just tell them you’re a cop, right?” Jonny said. Selina shook her head, “We’re not in the city anymore,” she said, “I have no jurisdiction here.” “Best not get caught then,” Jonny said with a laugh. Within a few minutes, the two reached the lighthouse and traversed the rocky terrain that led to the door. “Here goes nothing,’” Selina said as she tried the door knob. It was locked. She tried to jimmy it open. Still locked. “Damn . . . don’t suppose you have minions nearby do you?” she asked with a laugh. Jonny shook his head, “Nope . . . still in the research and development stage on that one. It’s tough to find good help these days,” Jonny said. “I’m going to walk around it and see if there’s another door,” Selina announced, and off she went. Jonny tried the doorknob only to have equally bad luck opening the door.

“Fuck,” he said as he backed up. Then he got a plan. Suddenly, his eyes began to glow red, and he concentrated. His tiny, frail body suddenly shot up about a foot into the air. His entire body beefed up, as his arms became the size of tree trunks, and his thighs grew and expanded by orders of magnitude. His belly suddenly surged forward, all of this shredding the suit that was designed for a much smaller frame. Jonny gained about a foot and a half in height and three hundred some pounds of girth in a matter of seconds, and his gigantic body suddenly came to wear a spandex wrestling outfit, a theatrical ensemble befitting the six foot eight inch 400-pound body that had been dubbed “The Blob” by WWF fans years before. “This works,” Jonny said as he beheld his huge, lumbering body. He drew up his arms and **** them upon the old wooden door as hard has he could. The door shattered like a toothpick as it flew clean off its hinges. “Who said **** never solves anything,” Jonny said as he shifted quickly back into his own more familiar form, or rather Jack’s.