For a moment she stood stock-still, eyes seemingly fixed on the photos that adorned the pinboard above the desk, but I sensed she wasn’t really look...ng at them, that she was looking somewhere else. Or maybe somewhen else.“You have no idea,” she said, “how hard it is to move from somewhere like South Shields to somewhere like Richmond.” She faced the wall, but her words were directed at me. And perhaps Imogen too. I had the feeling that while Imogen knew what happened, she perhaps didn’t. ..omg, where the fuck was Liam??I gasped! I turned around. Liam was five feet away, in the kitchen. he was covered in mom's cum and sweet juice. he was glistening. I could only stare. I stared at this man as if I was lost. I'd known Liam most my life. did I mention he wasn't dressed?? Liam was starting right at me. he looked into my soul. I was still cupping my breasts when I noticed him staring. I couldn't help but notice that cock! my eyes went to it like a magnet. I trembled. I now had one. My time would come, I was sure.In the stories, people who found genie bottles always managed to screwthemselves over with three wishes or less, and Pilcher had given himselfmore than a hundred. Sooner or later he'd make a careless wish that Icould interpret to free myself, if not to get revenge on him."One little thing I forgot yesterday, first," he said, when I'd drunk thelast of the juice. "Conjure up a convincing fake corpse of your old self,make it look like it drowned and it's been in. “Besides, if you turn down my offer, when you do die in custody, there’s going to be some mighty confusing forensic evidence for everyone to deal with, ‘cause I’ll be damned if we’re gonna go unfix what we’ve already done.“The DNA samples have already been swapped, your file photo already changed – thank heavens you haven’t been photographed a lot, or recently.”“Why is my ... my double ... doing this?”“Son, you shouldn’t worry about that.”“Why is he?”“His people have a deal with us, and are.