I was lost in the silence. I wanted to scream. I didn’t have sex for the past month or so. My husband and I, both of us were busy. I couldn’t even...masturbate for this time. My body was craving for something. My mind was craving for some excitement in life. I wanted to break shackles and do something out of the ordinary.I have decided to unleash a bitch out of me. Why not? I should hit a pub all by myself. Get sloshed. Hit upon strangers and may be end up sleeping with someone. This night, no. He stared at her blankly. "I don't think that's going to work, Lena. Kind of like how it hasn't worked the last twelve times..." "Not helping," she grumbled. "Aren't there any magic people we could talk to? Maybe another genie? Or... something?" "I do not know, Lena," he replied thoughtfully. "Truth be told, I have never met another of my own kind. My maker told me we were rare, but... not once in two-thousand years? Maybe there are no other jynn; perhaps they ceased to exist and no one told. “How far can you see into a field of corn?” Annabelle replied as she picked up a large cloth shopping bag. “No one will see you... yet.”“OK,” Nicole said as they walked out into the field next to the house.When they got to the far edge of the field, Annabelle pointed to two large posts that looked like they had once held some sort of billboard sign. Now there were just two posts with two stout cross pieces going between them.“That’s where you’re going to stand to watch everything,” Annabelle. "It's so loud; I can't. I'm going to ask them to turn it down."Cindy sat up as he began to get out of the bed. "You're going to knock on Anya's door half naked at two o'clock in the morning?" Cindy's jealousy of her hot, young neighbor surfaced. I don't think so. I'll do it." OK, hurry back," he instructed.Only if you're sleep, she thought. Cindy hurriedly rushed out her front door wearing her thin robe to shield her sexy lingerie she'd worn for her husband. She decided putting on clothes were.