Two men, two women. So many possibilities.Maybe they just talk, she thinks to herself, but a quiet, sly voice picks up where the thought left off – ...t first and then each man picks one woman for himself and holds her in a tight embrace from behind as he makes her watch what the other couple is doing on that big, white bed – he makes her watch and doesn’t allow her to touch herself-Or maybe it is exactly the other way around. The women have picked a man and ordered him to his knees – lower –. There’s a man about my height in a blue uniform, wooden mop in hand, eyes on the floor as he scrubs away. His hair is grey, almost white, but his blue eyes scream like a 20-year-old. His face resembles that of a puppy, big eyes and round cheeks. I continue ahead of him. ‘Good morning,’ I say with a smile, turning my head to the right. His gaze meets mine for a millisecond before returning to the task at hand. My shoes click down the hall and I feel warm on the back of my neck, as if someone. Blimey I thought, not quite what I was expecting but hey, what else is there to do midweek and anyway, it can go on expenses. A quick shower, a brush of the teeth and a spray of Clinique "Happy" and it was in the car and off to the address provided. Arriving two minutes early, I rang the bell. The door opened and I was greeted by a sight I hadn't expected. A gorgeous girl answered, mid to late 20's, dark hair tied up and a skin tone that hinted at the Mediterranean. I asked hesitantly. ”“I think they are. Mr. Smith gave the girls a workout.”“Mom! He hurt you. Why didn’t Gene do something?“Sweetie, sometimes sex can be a little rough. Tonight, was one of the rougher times. Don’t worry about me, it takes a lot to hurt genies like us.” Mom chuckled, “Poor Gene sat there and watched the whole thing. I think he learned a few things.”“What about your bond, and how could Gene just sit there and watch?”Mom hugged her. “Sweetie, my bond might as well be etched in stone. One or two.