I’ll admit it: I bought a dumb wish stick online. My best friend Delilah, the girl who calls me “bro” and swears she’s “one of the boys,” had just set me up on a date with someone else. So I sat in my car outside her apartment, snapped the stick, and wished she’d be as obsessed with me as I am with her. Two minutes later she’s knocking on my window. Then she’s in my passenger seat. Then she’s in my apartment, pinning me against the wall, staring at me with this unblinking grin and asking why I never look at her tits. It was creepy. It was hot. She stripped down to my tank top and boxers, pulled me into bed, and rode me like she’d been planning it forever. I came all over her pretty face, and she just smiled, needing more.