I was frozen in place, my mind a blank, except for a tiny, whispered voice from way in the back that said, don’t.I bent to lift a tiny piece of unfa...iliar lace. It dangled open as I straightened - tiny, lacy, worn panties. Not. Mine.I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, as my vision narrowed to a black-edged tunnel and a whining, piercing sound filled my ears from inside my brain. I don’t know how long I stood there like that, frozen, another woman’s panties dangling from my fingers. No, I. Whats her name? She didnt tell you? he shook his head. Then its not for me to tell. Next time you should try introducing yourself first, youd get a name out of her then. She doesnt know who I am? The question easily could have been conceded, but only held the further air of curiosity. Oh she definitely does. Ive even been to see a movie or two of yours with her, but she wouldnt take that as knowing who you are. You may have a stage name or something. Besides, shes the kind of person who would. Friday nights were ‘date nights.’ Samantha, of course, was spending every other weekend with her father, but on the weekends that she didn’t, both kids went with the couple. Those times when she was gone, Jerome’s sister, Janet Cross, and her husband, Robert, watched Christian while the couple had a more adult date. After three months, the four were becoming more like a family unit. The Friday night dates changed, though. Janet and Robert joined them on those nights when Samantha wasn’t with. I haven't had anything to drink stronger than coffee, so I know I'm not drunk."You are not drunk, and no, I am not a hallucination or a dream." So says the genie as she moves some books of my office chair and sits down next to my desk."Were you reading my mind?" Hardly. Those are the first two things most intelligent men think when I first appear." The hint of a smile played around her lips."Okay," I said, thinking aloud to try to get a grip on the situation. "Let's say this is real, that I.