It took four shots of bottom-shelf Tequila to give Stella the courage to skinny-dip in her grandmother’s pool. Moonlight illuminated the water. On her third lap, she met a snake.
“One wish if you rescue me,” it hissed.
Stella considered the proposition. “I wish you were a boy.”
“If you kiss me, I will become only the most handsome creature imaginable.”
Stella kissed the snake, but nothing happened. “You lied. You can figure your own way out of the pool.”
“Wait a minute,” it said as she swam toward the ladder.
Fifty-nine seconds later, two snakes swam under the full moon.