Well ... pissing over the side of the boat. It explained his comments about the toilet which obviously had to be emptied. Equally obviously, that wasn...t something he wanted to do more than he had to. I resolved to minimise the use I made of it too. I had the idea I could be on to a good thing, and I didn't want to queer it.I slept ... well certainly better than under the bridge, but still heard him get up before dawn. I gave him a little time, then dressed and went and sat next to him. He was. She saw her hand shaking and she decided to put the fork down before she put her eye out. Her mind flashed to the bathroom last night, wanting to die, the giggling, the puzzle box, the pink smoke. ‘Bullshit,’ Doris said again, this time her voice sounding less convinced even to her own ears as dots started to connect in her mind. ‘If you’re a fucking Genie, then I get wishes, right? For setting you free?’ ‘Well, yes!’ the intruder said happily. ‘But…’ she said, hesitating. Her perfect white. ‘How do you want to choose who goes first?’ I asked Sarah who was already breathing deeply. ‘You can go first if you like. You never know, we might have mutual fantasies to cross off. Also I was thinking that it might be possible to combine one off each list’ ‘I hadn’t thought of that!’ I exclaimed. ‘OK. Read yours out,’ Sarah smiled. ‘I want you to wear fishnet stockings and your high heeled calf length leather boots. I want you to stand over me looking down at my face then slowly lower. I decided to book a weekend getaway to Nice. Southern France; the land where the waters of the Mediterranean are crystal blue and the buildings different shades of yellow, red and orange. I could not think of a better way to spend a weekend away from the city; wandering through narrow alleyway streets, lounging on the beach, or drinking wine in an open square. When I finally got to Nice, the weather and atmosphere was just as I had expected, warm and fresh. The people were calmer; the.