’ As I blinked, feeling oddly unfulfilled, the genie turned to an attentive-looking Priscilla, sitting upon a nearby pile of boxes. ‘And you?’ �...�What?’ I said. The genie shot a glare at me. ‘I was talking,’ he said, ‘to the cat.’ ‘Oh,’ I said. ‘What?’ I said again. ‘You can’t grant a wish to a cat, can you?’ ‘Oh, go and count your money or something,’ the genie snapped dismissively. ‘I said one wish, for everyone in the room.’ He turned back to the cat. She said nothing, of course, but I thought. Tonight she would put a tampon inside her pussy, and a napkin outside, just in case. He could still hold those wonderful fun bags, or that smooth, soft pussy, while they slept.He had gone out and unfastened the back flap curtain so they could get in and out easily bu dropping the tail gate, he had elastic loops so they could secure it when inside, so it was ready for them. There were pads on the mattress, and sleeping bags if it got too cool.They took a shower, and Mary douched before they went. On the opposite side of the forest was a cliff, precariously overlooking the valley below. It was a contrast of worlds, the valley, and its village below, the heavens and nature above. Finding this exact spot, we thought, we had to have been guided by the hand of God himself. Not a single soul would ever think to look here - for anything. From below, it seemed that the only thing this hilltop would be good for is for curious little girls and boys to get lost in - the stuff parents use to keep. The tears didn’t stop for almost three days. She called his cell phone at least once an hour, but he never answered.Sitting in the empty house alone, Shelby recalled when she first met Clay. It had been six months since she graduated from college. After work on Friday, Shelby accepted an invitation to join a friend for happy hour at a local pub. Getting through her final year of school and getting her first real job, Shelby had taken no time for herself and knew she needed to relax and let her.