Well, it was sure working.When McTeague gave the signal, Mariah ran up the hill and tried to follow Greta, though of course Greta had long ago disappe...red. But what worked for Greta, a trained and graceful runner, wasn't appropriate for someone with Mariah's generous build. Her breasts flopped wildly, and her knees began hurting before she had gone 200 yards. Jeff and Dozney started after her at a trot.No use expending too much energy. This was going to be a cinch.Things weren't going easily. And, wherever I was, whatever I was doing, I would run to her, thrilled to be able to serve her. In time, she would extend her long, tapered fingers without a word and curl her index finger in a Come to Aunt Celeste signal, and I would come to her, hold her graceful hand, and file and buff her nails. I would give her manicures and pedicures as well, being very, very careful to paint her nails with the little brush, so not the tiniest wisp would blemish the flesh of her perfect toes and fingers,. Andwhen he twisted the knob he turned the space heater towards a nearbyshelf where it began to heat up an old bottle until, "POP" the cork flewout of the bottle and nearly took off Bob's head. He dove to the floorand looked up to find a bedraggled genie staring at him looking likeshe'd been in the world's steamiest sauna."Just look at my hair, mortal! And I just had it done for the Caliph's4,000th birthday party," she screeched. "Now I have to ask that djinn todo it all over again and I do so. Maybe when we're next fucking."The double-take he gave was worthy of an ancient comedy film, "When we're next..." Fucking. Yes, that's what I meant." And I did mean it. I could already feel a part of me thinking, clearly and comfortably: I liked that – a lot. And yes, part of that was because it was so wrong for so many people, But this was a young, fit and – even though I was saying it myself – sexy guy. Besides, who could really tell if something was right, wrong, worth repeating, or worthy.