" "You're... really a genie. And you're gonna' grant me any three wishes I want?" she asked. Arion simply nodded. She took another look at this magica... being sitting at her dining table, noticing his long dark hair, bronze Mediterranean tan and deep, blue eyes. He had smooth features and a thin goatee, perfectly groomed. His neck looked taut and muscular and his gaze was captivating, the blue of his eyes hypnotizing her. From what she could see of him under his leather jacket and his faded Van. "I never heard of an Easter Chickiebefore, and I sure don't think you can grant wishes." Well," the Chickie retorted, "that's the Easter Bunny for you. He takesall the credit, and lets his associates be forgotten by the public. Besides, if I'm not magical, how do you explain my ability to talk, orthat I knew your name?"George mulled that one over. Finally, he came to only one possibleconclusion. "I guess you're right. But I haven't decided what I want." Just don't take too long. You have to. Needless to say he was popular with many of her girlfriends in school but he had taken a shine to Sarah (probably as she was one of the hot babes in his year). They had chatted in school breaks and he had walked her home a couple of times after athletics training. A couple of times he had tried to steal a kiss but only got to peck on her cheek, as she’d turn away from a full on kiss.Matt was starting to think Sarah was just a prick tease and never going to allow him to get close to her as he. Hovering over him, tresses of dark hair falling to frame their faces, caressing his cheek… she smiled a sort of sad and longing smile. Then and only then did she feel the stab of guilt, regret… hatred towards herself. He never saw her… he still couldn’t see her, trapped in an eternal sleep. Brushing soft thumb pads over his lips, she closed her eyes and kissed the silken flesh. Only then to watch him melt away, along with each dying rose petal. Slipping through her fingers until it was just.