With a snort of disgust, I threw the filthy magazine into one of my side table drawers before jumping off the bed to go and start preparing the evenin... meal.That night I tossed and turned trying to sleep but those damn stories kept popping into my mind. Eventually I fell asleep but it was a troubled sleep. I woke up the next morning just as tired as the night before.After seeing everyone off, I took the magazine out of the drawer and carefully read the stories again. I found myself playing with. The genie braced herself but also at the same time spread her legs as a look of distraction came over her face and then her look developed into a look of want...“You better quickly decide on your three wishes before I decide to do something while you make up your mind!” she breathlessly exclaimed with a barely concealed moan...A lightbulb flashed inside my mind as I watched the genie's unprotesting movement while Duke busily licked away at the juncture of her thighs, his tongue beginning to. "Fuck me Michele, you can actually cook," he mumbled between bites.Bill ate like a caveman, devouring morels of meat, chunks of bread andslurping his wine."So it's like this. Marie has chucked me out and I'll need somewhere tostay. Here will be good because you can not only feed and house me, youcan look after my carnal needs," Bill said around a mouthful of bread andmeat."It's not like I'm asking; you know the situation. You either do thisfor me or I'll fuck up your life. So what do you. She didn't flaunt her body but dressed in her own style. A style I had mocked as old-fashioned and prudish. My cheeks burned bright. I wasn't good enough for her.I whirled around and pushed past a pair of futas entering the cafeteria and fled down the hallway. I walked at a brisk pace at first and then broke into a run. Humiliating guilt rippled through me. I was embarrassed at being seen staring and for fleeing like a pussy.This week had me off-balanced. Changed. I wanted to be a better.