Monologue by Sandra Morgan (was age 42, now age 20), September 14, 2000:

"While driving in the country, my unromantic husband Sam suddenly stopped the car and pointed to an old well. 'Let's see if it's a wishing well,' Sam said. So I followed him on this fool's venture. But to my surprise, after Sam tossed a quarter into the well and closed his eyes to a tight squint, I underwent a metamorphosis. Suddenly, I wasn't a middle-aged woman of 42 but a ravishing, well-endowed gal of 20.

"Sam cheered, 'Just as I wished! Now you look like the kind of woman I find attractive. Now I don't have to be embarrassed to be seen with you. I got me a trophy wife!' He then handed me another quarter and ordered me to wish him into an equally young stud.

"I stood there thinking about what Sam just said. For more than a decade, he showed absolutely no romantic interest in me while I continued to have that interest in him. And now he tells me it was my aging looks that turned him off. So I closed my eyes, tossed the coin into the well, and made my wish.

"How did it turn out? That's me with Sam in the above photo. The way I see it, now that I'm young again and look like a centerfold model, I can do better than Sam for a husband. And I promised Sam that I'll carefully choose my next mate to assure that he gets the best possible stepfather."


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