I think I tried to live his life for him. I backed out frequently allowing him freedom to chose, he didn't.Maybe that was his choice.My mom was a piec... of art. I thought she was stupider. But she could listen. We told her everything. She had lots and lots of friends. Getting to a strange place, u'd expect her to make a few friends within minutes. People talked to her. She could have been a super therapist. Never did she tell them that she knew better. Whenever I confronted her, she d put a. I had never been to a female strip club so I was pretty interested. Unfortunately, when we got there Nickie realized she left her wallet and ID on the counter at home, so the night was ended early and we went back to their house and called it an early night. At the time I as pretty bummed about it, and Nikki could tell, but she said I will make it up to you next time you are in town. I honestly didn’t give it much thought after that. Almost a year later, while my husband was out of town Jimmy. “Follow me.” you say standing from your desk. As you walk down the twisted rows of books you can feel his eyes on you, drinking in your curves. You walk to where the book should be standing on your tip toes. Your dress rises up exposing you smooth thighs. You struggle to reach the book and suddenly feel a hand run over your curves. You are aroused and don't try to stop him, rather abandoning the search for the book and letting his hands explore you. He slides his hands over your curves grasping. He told me to take as much time as I needed, as long as I didn't make mywishes he was not bounded to stay in the bottle which, after thousands ofyears, became more of a prison than a home to him."Do you want stay a genie?" I asked him."No, I have lived all those years, if only I could become mortal in somehow." Can I set you free with a wish?" I asked him."No, by granting wishes I will become a stronger genie and after enoughwishes I can set myself free from being a genie, but I haven't.