Ian looked behind him. Standing over six feet tall, in what must have been six-inch platform heels, was what was incontrovertibly one of the most beau...iful woman Ian had ever seen, if not the sexiest. She had observed the same themes as the receptionist, but taken the look slightly further with a black PVC cat-suit and matching hood. A long, bright blonde plume of ponytail protruded from the hood and cascaded over her shoulders. Her face would have shamed a supermodel, a flawless configuration. “I was cutting up vegetables a few days after I was enhanced. My mind was on ... other things,” she said with a smile in Jeff’s direction, “and I cut my finger. Oh, it wasn’t a bad cut. With a Band Aid, it would have healed on its own in a few days. I grabbed a paper towel and pressed it to the cut to stop the little bit of bleeding, but as I dabbed at the blood, the wound slowly closed and healed right before my eyes.” After a moment to let her comment sink in, she went on, “Feeling good the. ’ So he had: it was one of those old-fashioned oil-burning things, brassy and curvy, straight out of a bad 60s sitcom about blonde female genies. ‘There’s gotta be a genie in that,’ I said. ‘Only one way to find out,’ grinned Lenny, as he set about rubbing the lamp. ‘You be careful with that,’ Blinn warned. ‘For all you know, it may contain an evil genie.’ ‘An evil genie?’ Lenny echoed. ‘What, like in that ‘Aladdin’ movie?’ ‘Yeah,’ said Blinn. ‘Knowing your luck, you could be releasing the most. She just groaned something like 'Oh God!; Yes that's it go on', her body rocked back and forth and she certainly climaxed. Now, he asked her if she wanted the other one done, yes she did. No hesitation or thought. We repeated the preamble of the first one till he started touching the side of her nipple with the hot ash. She jumped at each one and he did four the signs of the compass; then finally the very teat again, but this time not only did he place the red hot ash on the teat, as she cried.