“This is not merely an old vial. It contains a jinni. If you open the vial, he will come out and grant you three wishes.” This intrigued the baker... but he was shrewd.“If the jinni in the bottle will grant three wishes, why do you not let him out? You would have all the bread you want then.”“Ah,” said the child. “I have had my three wishes. It is time for someone else to enjoy the bounty of the jinni.” The baker looked at the ragged child and was tempted to laugh again, but wisely decided to. "Oh, well," she thought, as she put her arms around him, collapsed on her chest, smoothing his hair, running her hands lasciviously over his slim young hips."Oh, Sue! Wow - it was great!" Sean mumbled into her neck. He was drained but happy!She glanced over at the pair next to her and met Alice's eyes gazing back in disappointment. "Nice pair we have here, isn't it?" they seemed to say.Sue lay back. Her body was still burning. The feeling of being led part way up the delicious mountain, and. “ I ummm wasn’t ummm this isn’t what it.....” I stammered. All of a sudden my feet began to move from the spots they had grown roots to. I turned and hurriedly walked, my feet tangling and almost tripping myself. I hurried downstairs and straight to the truck.Later that day I got a phone call from my uncle. My stomach knotted as I hit the green button on the cell phone. “ Hello.” The word felt dry and heavy as it left my mouth.“Hey Rene over at A Slice Of Italy called,” my uncle said rather. About a year ago, a new DA came into office promising extensive criminal justice reform and to effectively prosecute white collar crime. The young DA was an African-American man named James Carville, and many people in the Young's neighborhood, including them, had campaigned heavily against him. Carville was a relatively rare figure in local politics because he both believed in what he was trying to do and had the political instincts and acumen to achieve it.Carville ruthlessly pursued a wide.