" You actually came from the lamp?" Patrick said. "You're not a--" Yes," Cornelius said. "I am what is commonly known as a genie."Patrick snorted. "An...Irish genie? I must be going mad. I thought you genies were supposed to be different, you know, sort of big and blue and--" Yes, that's the standard issue," Cornelius said. "However, things worked out a bit differently in my case." I can see that," Patrick said. "Just how did you get into that lamp?" Oh, it's a long story," Cornelius said. "You. Dinner was really nice. Turns out Jean-Luc was an advocate for the little guy, often helping k**s get medical treatments their health insurance companies didn't want to pay for."You don't defend r****ts and murders?" I asked jokingly."Not unless they're personal friends of mine," he joked back.Of course when he started asking me questions about my life, I ended up talking about football and the books I'd been reading lately. Which made me realize I had a really boring life. But it's not exactly. She thought it was cute that I wanted to make it special. We'll be eating pizza from scratch! Okay, sorry, the sauce is jar, but if you want to get a head start, there's a pepper and onion and some garlic to chop up." I'll get right on it," I nodded. She turned and went down the hall to her room. It was then that I noticed the cut-offs she was wearing. They were a pair of jeans I'd chopped into shorts. I'd cut the legs off too high. After a couple wears, my friends had suggested that instead of. This new suit covered her areolas and her vulva, but that was about it. She'd gotten it at Feminine Studios, a lingerie shop in downtown Colorado Springs, just outside Old Colorado City. The price tag had taken her breath away, but it was so beautiful she had to have it. She had even broken her rule about thong underwear, but only because the saleswoman had sworn that, if it wasn't completely comfortable, they'd take it back.She'd never been measured for underwear before. It had been an.