Once relieved, he is stood up. He thinks the worst is over. Much to his dismay and further humiliation they give him two more enemas before he is all...wed to shower and rinse off. Gregori just glares daggers of hate and resentment at these amused assistants as he towels himself dry. Brian and David each take him by an arm and lead him into the large laboratory. This is a different room than the day before yesterday. They lean him against a padded upright that has the shape of an upside down Y. I tell you to calm down, I was just asking. I do tell you to think about it. The waitress comes and we order. I ask what you would like to shop for now? You look at me with a slight glazed look and say sorry I was thinking about something. I smile to myself and repeat my question. You say that it's up to me but you are having a great time. My phone rings and I answer. I look at you and excuse myself and walk to the front of the restaurant. You watch me as I talk. I laugh and turn to look at. "Patrick snorted. "An Irish genie? I must be going mad. I thought you genies were supposed to be different, you know, sort of big and blue and--" Yes, that's the standard issue," Cornelius said. "However, things worked out a bit differently in my case." I can see that," Patrick said. "Just how did you get into that lamp?" Oh, it's a long story," Cornelius said. "You wouldn't have a drop of poteen on the premises, would you? My throat is terrible parched, and I don't think I can go into all the. I said, "I know that it's difficult because you're my sister. Now you have to admit that it did feel pretty great, right?" She nodded her head. I asked, "Did you have an orgasm?" Again she nodded her head. Then I softly moved my hand up and down her arm. Now both hands were touching and stroking her shoulders. "You know it could happen again. Wouldn't that feel great. Remember what my tounge was doing to you, I feel that moment could be happen again." Then my hands slowly moved to her abdomen.