She was left alone in the house as her husband was away at work. He had informed her that he would not be home until the early morning. She arranged t...e house a little bit and then decided to have a long bath before hitting the bed.Hours later her sleep was disturbed by the sound of her bedroom door opening. She was quite tired and had been fast asleep, that’s why not completely aware of what was happening. With half-closed eyes she looked at the clock- it was 1 am. Aman’s father might be back. This wasn't good news, she was one of the rough girls, not ugly, but not drop dead and big, but not obese, constantly wearing her own coat, well known for scrapping and even some of the teachers were wary of her, so naturally I was trying to keep my head down for the day/week/year.Dinnertime rolls round and I'd done a pretty good job of avoiding her so far. Then I made my best mistake, I went to the bathroom alone. So I'm finishing up in there and as I turn to leave, in she comes with a friend. My immortality lets me keep my youth. While being blessed with the vitality of a young woman is fantastic, to be honest, sometimes the wait to be found can be most annoying. It may not feel as long as it actually is, but sitting in my bottle for decades on end sure can be lonely. I've come across some of the most interesting people with this life. Not many people know how we become genies and most don’t care, they just want their wishes granted. It’s in our bloodline, but it’s a hit or miss. A mother.”“Fuck I do that for?”I didn’t answer. Our Harold knew exactly what he’d do that for. Thanks, Daddy.“Leeny Pa-who?”He was stalling. Good, that meant he knew something.Patience. “Lina Paloma.”Harold scratched his balls, thinking. “I’m not saying. But I mighta run across her. Spick, right?”“That’s right, Harold.”He tried crafty, “Reward, right?” He knew about the Sister Mary Packer money. Maybe lightening would strike twice.“Wrong. Well, let me rephrase that. Your reward will come in.