Lunch with Wendy
From Torg Adventure
After third hour, you head to lunch. As you wait in line to buy a hamburger and soda, Wendy is behind you. Wendy is the nicest of all the cheerleaders. She never makes you do her homework, and has often smiled at you on the bus and at games. She's a short, cute Asian girl with shoulder length black hair, small champagne glass tits, and a tight athletic body. You stand nearly a foot taller than her.
You decide not to use your wishes on her, except to wish that she eats lunch with you today. You have a newly-found confidence, because of your power. You just want to see if you can get somewhere without the wishes.
"Hey, Wendy. How are you today?"
"Pretty good, {FIRST_NAME}. How about you?" she replies with a smile.
"Good! How would you like to have lunch with me today?" you say, grinning back.
"Okay," she says as she takes a salad.
You head out to the lunchroom with your food and find a table in the corner where one end is free. You sit down with the lovely cheerleader alone.
The two of you make small talk about classes and the cheerleading squad. You venture into television and movies. Wendy admits to loving shoot-'em-up action flicks.
A quick wish moves the Friday night basketball game to Thursday. "Hey, would you like to go to the new James Bond movie on Friday? There's no basketball game this week."
Wendy's face brightens as she says, "I'd love to go see that with you, {FIRST_NAME}! It's about time."
"What do you mean?" you say, looking a little confused.
"I've been trying to get your attention most of this semester, after I dumped that brainless groping ape, Tim. Have I been too subtle?"
"Why didn't you just ask me?"
"I wanted to be sure you were into me. Tim just wanted my body, but couldn't hold up a conversation that wasn't about sports if he had a forklift. So, after the movie, let's go get dessert, too. Okay?" She seems genuinely pleased.
"Absolutely. I'm so glad I asked."
"Me too." She looks down and blushes. When she looks back up, she blows you a kiss and winks at you, before standing up. "I gotta run to fourth hour. See ya tomorrow, {FIRST_NAME}." She takes her lunch tray and walks away. You think you notice she has a bit of a swish in her hips as she walks. Well, more than usual. You are really quite happy right now. You pick up your tray and head out of the lunchroom, dropping the tray off on the conveyor belt to the kitchen. You have a spring in your step, as well.
What next?
