I was definitely wet and I was pretty sure I wasn't hallucinating. But Idecided to go along and see where this went."I'm a genie," she remarked flatl.... "I live - or something like live - inthe carpet. I know, I know, most genies are supposed to live in bottles.But believe me, carpets are much more interesting. Lots of stuff going onin a carpet."I frankly didn't know what to say at that."Okay, I'm assuming you're not stupid. Actually, I can read your mind,sort of, so I know you're not. Sweat pours down your sleeping body.Dreams are scattered, unfocused, confused, quick.You feel a powerful tension, as if something is trying to grow from within...With a sharp gasp you wake up from the dream, covered in sweat, your bed sheets twisted and tucked around you, trapping you, forcing you to struggle to free yourself, you walk almost drunkenly to the bathroom, to wash your face, feeling overheated.Looking up into the mirror, you stumble backwards in surprise - you don't look like you. Walking towards the front of the neighborhood, I light up and take a deep puff. I smile. Who cares if my parents are Mormon? Who cares if I get kicked out? Life is too fucking short. I watch Carolina’s old car putter to a stop and I climb in. “Hey there, gorgeous,” Carolina greets me with a smile and mashes her lips against mine. I slide my tongue across her bottom lip and smile when she shivers. As she pulls away, she pinches my nipple, causing my pussy to start dripping again. I bite my lip. Of course. The only difference thistime was Andrea only had to plan. I had to seduce andcapture this time. As a joke, Andrea proceeded to tellChris how they had planned the whole scheme out but itwouldn't had work if I hadn't agree to capture him inexchange for being able to fuck them both. The womenlaughed as Chris went nuts. He would have killed me if hehad the chance. I shook my head, trying to tell him frombehind the gag it wasn't true.Seconds later, I was lying on the floor, seeing stars.