The waitress came by again and Bernie asked for menus. She asked Jayden if he minded if they had dinner in the lounge instead of the dining room. He s...id he didn’t. ‘It’s cozier, more intimate’, she said. They ordered another drink. They were loosening up.Dinner arrived in short fashion. Bernie had a Greek salad and Jayden the Club Sandwich. Eating light. About halfway through the meal there was a brief lull in the conversation. Bernie knew it was time.“You know, we’ve had a lot of success and. Her sister was no longer being so nice. ‘This will tell you everything you need to know about being a genie.’ ‘Are these rules or something?’ Cypress asked, opening the scroll. ‘Rules, steps, callthem what you wish.’ Ephasia shrugged. ‘You’re going to need them, sis, big time. Take a look at step number one.’ Rule, step, guideline, Ephasia was right, it really didn’t matter. Because first on the list were the words ‘Never trust another genie!’ in big, bold letters. Looking up from the scroll,. A totally unfortunate set of events where no one was truly at fault, but it took a while to let the pain heal.Now he set off for the store, after having spent a good portion of the morning updating his Xhamster profile, and getting a couple of well-earned jerk-off sessions in. But he felt different that day as drove. He was out of his mind sexually aroused! If a tree looked good – he might stop to find a good knot-hole to fuck!He thought about a female who was good friends with he and his late. "Why not?" she said. "Don't you think your mother should know her sonlikes to dress like a pretty housewife?" No! Please don't tell her!"Ms. Underbust smiled. "Well, Lisa, maybe we can work out a deal here. Thehouse looks fabulous. You obviously have good housekeeping skills. I'dlove to have a live-in maid. Your mother said you're looking for a job.Okay, you're hired." I don't want to be a maid, Ms. Underbust!"She got her cellphone out of her purse. "Let's see... 952-555-0123,right?" Please.