Genie sighed and looked boredly up to the top of her lamp while she lay on the oversized pillows inside. Why did every Master insist on forcing her back in here? Particularly this one, her handsome and kind Master who was the whole world to Genie. She just wanted out so she could cuddle with him, stroke her fingers through his brown hair, look deeply into his eyes, and await him to release her from this lamp. He said he wouldn't, but of course he would! No man wanted a slave for a lover, right?
Time began to do that thing where it made no sense. Minutes and hours and years all became switched around and Genie dissolved into smoke. And then she felt the familiar pull of her Master's calling, and out the lamp she went, reforming again in the living room. Her lamp was perched on the fire place, a beautiful ornamentation she was sure would be empty soon. Master Joseph was nearby, his hair wet from a shower, but combed very nicely. He wore some of his finest clothes and had trimmed his beard. Oh, he was so nice to get dressed up for Genie!
"Oh, Master, thank you for releasing me. Tell me what your wishes shall be?"
Master held up a finger "Hold that thought, Genie."
And then the doorbell rang. Genie's Masters ex was at the door . . .
