I was sure I had just hallucinated the whole thing. Nevertheless, Ipicked up the bottle, shoved it into my pocket, and hurried home.Now I was sitting...in the living room of my apartment, staring at thebottle sitting on my table. I knew I was going to attempt to takeadvantage of it; it seemed foolish to think I would be able to have mywishes granted, but it would be even more foolish not to try. With myfirst wish in mind, I rubbed the bottle.Sure enough, the genie appeared in front of me. . Diane was one of those kinds of girls that when you first looked at them, their beauty and sexiness didn't necessarily grab you. But the more you looked at them, you could see a hotness that was deep and that began to grab you in the heart and in the groin. Diane wore glasses and while they were nice and fashionable, they somehow distracted you from the natural beauty of her face. Diane's quietness was also something that did a good job of covering up how hot she was. I'd worked with Diane as a. ‘What was that? Don’t know if I heard you correctly…’ his Australian accent thick with his desire. ‘You! I want you. I need you! All of you,’ she writhed beneath him, lifting her hips so that only his head would enter her body before she fell back unfulfilled. Once again, she felt his smile upon her body, and just as she thought she would lose her mind while he seemed so unaffected, he grabbed her hips and entered her swiftly, burying himself in her as far as he could. She screamed in. “My names Maggie,” she said as she held the door open for me and picked up my briefcase and small camera bag. “Thank you Maggie,” I replied as I walked into the house. We got chatting. In the short space of half an hour, I think Maggie extracted more information from me that I thought my head actually contained. I was told of her ex-husband and knew that she had two daughters who had now moved away and that she had set up her B&B only two years ago out of boredom. Even after the exchange of so.