" Sally responded. She turned to me. "Perhaps if my Master would care to demonstrate with a wish?" I wish the faculty could make special allowances in...special cases, such as anything relating to the fact that Sally is now a genie, or the fact that I have to ejaculate every couple of hours or risk damage." I responded after a short pause. A strange, springlike sound-effect that seemed to have been jacked from "I Dream of Jeannie" issued from everywhere and nowhere all at once as Sally blinked. I think you know that. That's why your...inability when I was hotfor you affected me so deeply. If I can play my role the way youplay your role, then maybe when we get back here I'll be able toreconsider what you really are."Jerry began thinking. "It would look funny if we arrived at thisparty together, a gay man married to a whore." "That's not so strange a pair. Gays and whores can be on thelookout for partners for each other. But we won't be married atall as far as anyone knows. We'll be. "She brought her knees together and leaned toward the desk. "Well, if I'm so important, Mr. Grant, maybe I SHOULD get a raise. I mean..."Lou raised himself up and walked around to the front of his desk, maneuvering through the tight squeeze between Mary's legs and the desk. "Look, Mary," he said, leaning against the desk, "you're not getting any raise. The station can't afford it. And we can't afford to give you a vacation. I'm sorry, but that's final."Mary began to sniffle as she looked up at. “Yeah, I know bitch. But in this room I have the advantage on you,” Mark said.“I said stop. Let’s get to work. Son, tell me how should I pose,” mom said.“Come and lie on the sofa. Keep one hand on your hair and look up with some lust,” I said. She obeyed me. I noticed that her saree is not tucked in the low hip.“Lower your saree. It’s covering a bit much,” I said.Mark went near her and lowered her saree. I clicked a picture.“Now sit and look at the camera. Drop down your saree pallu,” I said..