It’s difficult to believe in the existence of magic. I mean, it’s a great fantasy and the stories are, well, magical. But to be confronted with actual Magic in the form of those "lucky tickets" was now causing some major doubts to exist in my mind.
For one thing, my family wasn’t all that religious. I never grew up with the idea of an all-powerful omnipresent "God" figure. But these tickets made me now actually consider if religion wasn’t just a bunch of people deluding themselves. What if there really was a God? What if he had put those tickets where I could find them as a test?
And if it wasn’t God, then what was the nature of the Magic contained in them?
Jack noticed that I was unusually quiet. "What’s up, Jim? You look like you’re miles away."
I looked at my friend. "Just thinkin'."
"'Bout what?" he asked.
"Things," I answered noncommittally.
We got to the Jack-in-the-Box and ordered our burgers and fries. We got them to go, and headed from the restaurant to the park.
On the way to the park, we ate our burgers, and Jack and I started shooting the shit. The tickets were pushed from the front of my mind as we started talking as teenage boys tended to do.
At the park, I got the Frisbee out of my duffel, and I saw the roll of tickets again. I consciously put them out of my mind, and Jack and I spent a couple of hours throwing the disc around, practicing a few throws and catches that Jack had read about in his book.
The girls we had seen the other day were in the park, and both Jack and I were aware of them. Once again, neither one of us approached the girls. However, I started thinking about what would happen if I were to offer them one of my "lucky tickets." The memory of Patrice sucking my dick was still fresh in my mind. However, I couldn’t think of any way to do this without getting Jack curious about my tickets.
Jack noticed that my concentration had started to wander, especially when an easy shot aimed to me hit me in the head. He jogged over to where I was, and asked me what was up. "Those girls are over there again. They’re definitely watching us," I told him.
He made a sidelong glance at them and nodded to me. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
"You said you wanted to say Hi to the taller one yesterday," I reminded him.
"Nah," he said dismissively. "I’m trying to get the overhand shot perfect."
"Ahh," I nodded.
I wasn’t too far from my duffel bag, and walked over to it and ripped off a ticket. "Here, take this."
Jack looked at me curiously, but took the ticket. "You have one wish," he intoned.
"I wish that nothing that happens when you are with me today will seem out of the ordinary."
"Your wish is my command."
Now that Jack was taken care of, I needed to figure out how to make a move on the two girls.
After a few moments thought, I figured that the best way would be a direct move. "Come with me," I instructed Jack.
I led Jack over to the picnic table where the two girls were sitting.
The two girls saw us approach, and both of them made like they were talking to each other, pretending that they didn’t notice that we were walking toward them.
It occurred to me that they were about as shy as Jack and I were. Who would have thought that?
Jack looked nervous as he noticed where we were headed, but he stayed with me.
After my session with Patrice, I felt a lot more confident around girls than I had ever felt before. The intimate knowledge of the ecstasy that could be experienced with a cute member of the opposite sex was a big help with this, I guess.
"Hello," I said, forcing the girls to acknowledge us for the first time.
"Hi," said the tall one, a bit shyly.
"I’m Jim, and this is my friend Jack. I think you may have noticed us playing Frisbee over there before," I said, pointing to the field where Jack and I had walked over from.
The smaller one reddened a little and said nothing. The taller one said, "Um… yeah. Were you the guys?"
It wasn’t the greatest opening, but at least one of them was talking to me.
"Yeah. We noticed you sitting here," I said. "Do you like to play Frisbee?"
I had figured that this might be a way to bring them out. Our Frisbee was in the duffel that I was carrying, as well as my lucky tickets.
"My brother plays it. I don’t throw it very well. It always curves," said the tall one.
I noticed that neither one had introduced themselves.
I reached into my duffel bag, as if getting the Frisbee, but I pulled off two tickets. "Here," I said to both of the girls. "Take a ticket."
"You have one wish," the two girls intoned as they both took a ticket from my hand at the exact same time.
Jack didn’t react as if this was unusual; he said nothing.
I looked around to see if anybody else was watching us. I said in a quieter voice, "I wish that the two of you would fall madly in love with Jack and me. You will want to do anything that we ask you."
"Your wish is my command," the two girls intoned.
"So, what are your names?" I asked, as if the entire ticket episode hadn’t even happened.
"I’m Marla," said the tall one. "And this is my friend Doreen."
I bowed. "Pleased to meet you, Marla." I reached for her hand, and she extended it to me. I placed a tiny kiss upon it.
Marla’s expression immediately warmed to me.
Jack was standing around with a goofy expression on his face. I nudged him, and he didn’t do anything. I nudged him again, and he turned to look at me. "Introduce yourself to Doreen," I said to him in a fierce whisper.
Jack reddened and said, "Hello, Doreen. I’m Jack."
Doreen looked at him and her eyes got wider. "Um… Hello," she said dumbly.
"Jack and I are going back to play some more Frisbee. If you are interested in joining us, just come over," I said.
I still had Marla’s hand in mine, and I touched my lips to it again in farewell.
Marla simply sighed as I kissed her hand.
I turned and pulled Jack with me back to the field.
"Wow," Jack said once we were away from the girls' table. "I didn’t know you could talk to girls."
"I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. If they’re interested, they’ll come over. If not, what have we lost?" I asked him.
Jack thought for a moment and then smiled. "You know… you’re right!"
I put the duffel back down on the ground and pulled out the Frisbee. I did an easy thumb flip to Jack who was just a couple of feet away. Jack backed up and flipped it back to me. In a minute or so, we were about forty or fifty feet from one another, practicing our throws and catches once again.
I glanced occasionally to where the two girls were sitting. They were talking to one another, occasionally glancing in our direction. I distinctly saw Marla point directly at me to Doreen. I smiled.
After about ten minutes, the two girls got up from their table. They slowly walked over to where Jack and I were throwing the disc back and forth.
When Marla reached me, she asked, "Could you show me how you throw it? You seem quite good with the Frisbee."
"Certainly," I answered, expertly catching a slow floater that Jack had lobbed over to me.
I handed the disc to Marla, and asked her to throw it at me. She wasn’t too far away, but she threw it a bit too hard. I strained to reach it, but it was just over where my fingers could reach it, and it fell to the ground.
I ran to the disc. I showed her how to hold the disc straighter… the Frisbee flew straighter when you didn’t angle the disc down.