Jim runs his hands over Sharon's pink marble breasts. They are works of art; preserved forever in their magesty. Unfortunately, they are rock solid and Jim prefers the feel of soft flesh - not to mention a little life in his girlfriend.
Wrapping his arm around her narrow waist, Jim pulls - only to discover that the petrified girl is heavier than she looks. Without a base, the top-heavy statue topples over and smashes against the floor, shattering into a dozen or so fragments.
“Oh, crap” Jim mutters. After a minute of staring at the remains of his girlfriend, he decided that it wasn't as bad as it looked. If the booth could turn stone back to flesh, then he was sure that it could reassemble the pieces.Piling the fragments into the booth, Jim sets to work on the computer, carefully typing in commands. When he is satisfied, he executs the program and waits.
Wed Jun 16 20:01:30 1999