They have to talk, of course. She comes up with something interesting to say while he spreads baba ganousch on pita, nothing really, but they are able...to chit-chat. It may all amount to nothing. She takes fresh vegetables and some kind of dip. It may be easy. She feels nothing special, and is about to relax when he takes her hand to pull her away from blocking the kitchen door.Yes, the hand feels the same. It is a large hand, warm, not rough, and without warning there is the memory of. Now that your design awaits you, summon me again when you are ready to demand you two final wishes." With that, he returned to his smoke form, and returned into the lamp.Now I was alone in the darkness with the bigass dust-ball floating in between my hands."Well shit, now what?" I absently thought back to Williamsport, wondering what I had gotten myself into.Then the dustball grew quickly, and not just grew big, the dustball grew so damn big so quickly, I thought it was going to crush me. The. .. Hard to miss, she said." My point," I said, trying to get out of Pennsylvania and back to Alabama, "is that if we go over and swim in that pool full of pre-adolescent boys and girls, we shouldn't do anything that might make them have bad dreams tonight." How about wet dreams?" Tess said."Are you going to wear that red thing again?" I asked her."No -- but before you give out a sigh of relief, I've got a new white one that's going to give you another erection, so maybe you ought to wear. I want you to come over every week, do what I tell you, and I’ll keep everything tucked away. If I ever get sick of you, I’ll give you all your material and send you on your way.” he suggested.“You want me doing this forever? No way! Hiding the pictures isn’t worth that.” I objected.“There’s the videos too.” he reminded me.“Big deal, I should have let Boobie show everyone my fucking bra and avoid all this.” I replied.“Bra?” he asked, looked confused. He glanced over at Bobbie.“Well” she smirked.