”“I hope it was still a good memory.”“So good, you have me anxious to get my hands on your ass again. I feel like a new person, and I need lot... more of your attention as soon as we can get together.”“Maybe I can ride back with you?”“I would love that, but I’ll still be at the condo with you, either way.”“We have a new friend our age with us today, and her Mom is riding out here with Mavis and Lola. We have yet to meet her Mom, but here comes Rita McGrath now. Look at that smile and tell me you. His wife to be was an ex-model who captured the public’s heart when she swallowed a full plate of live river slugs. This had ensured that everyone in the program “Swamp Camp” feasted on a banquet for a day. Unfortunately the poor heroine was unable to eat as she was constantly throwing up; but the public had found someone they could adore.“We won’t be able to do this when our fly on the wall documentary starts so we had better make the most of it” said Roller as she teasingly started touching. But she couldn't, the figures meant nothing. And another thing. If she was, as she claimed, a Genie, then where the hell was the magic? I wasn't supposed to be buying her clothes, she was supposed to be making me rich, and all she had done so far was provide a sword and armour that I'd have hell's own game trying to account for, and demonstrated an ability to alter people's minds. Well, one suggestible female anyway.I set these thoughts aside for the moment and sorted out some matching sets of. "What if I want you to return me back home?" you ask earning a sigh from the voice with no origin. "Yeah that's gonna be a tough sell considering I wasn't super accurate when I killed you. Your body's currently underneath a skyscraper or something... Look I don't know how you died exactly, I killed a bunch of people in a bunch of disasters and grabbed souls with high creativity margins, there are you happy?"You could only gawk at this answer. She caused disasters on multiple worlds just for her.