Sarah splashed water on her face and looked in the mirror and did not see herself. Instead, she saw an aged and decrepit old woman. Her face was a maze of wrinkles and hair a mane of gray. Sarah's eyes were marred by terrible bags. Her boobs no longer held their old spirit.
The old lady shrieked at her visage.
"What is it, Mistress Sarah," the Genie called out.
Sarah came out of the bathroom, fuming at her insubordinate slave, "You know very well the problem, Genie."
"My mistress, a thousand apologies. Can you forgive your humble servant," the Genie bowed, "after all I am not as wise as you, nor experienced in Wish Granting."
The old woman was torn. On one hand, she could not stay her present age. On the other, her Genie's spirit must be broken. But how many wishes would the Genie grant? Could she afford to punish her servant?
There was but one way to find out, "Genie, I wish . . ."
