"I'm sensing some confusion, Mistress," I heard the genie say."You could say that," I said in a well enunciated soprano with a hint ofworry."Maybe you...should turn to your left."I did as he suggested saw my reflection in a huge, finely decorated, fulllength mirror. I was gobsmacked.The reflection that looked back at me was a beautiful lady in her mid-twenties. She had golden blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders anddown her back in thick, luxurious curls. She was wearing a huge. It verified her age as 23 years old 2 days ago. The other was a copy of a ticket for solicitation. Also from 2 days ago, it must have been a hell of a birthday, I thought."So how'd you get popped, Miss Prostitute?" I asked her. I was really interested in hearing this. Maybe it was the warmth of my loft but before she could answer I heard a loud growling sound. It wasn't coming from me, those coneys weren't that bad."Come on into the kitchen Miss P," I said gently reaching for her. She was still. ” She was smiling again. She turned her body and maneuvered her leg under the steering wheel and over my left leg so she was straddling me. She was sitting on my lap facing me with her arms over my shoulders as she pressed her mouth to mine. I reached around her with my arms and held her, never wanting to let her go. We kissed passionately for several minutes before her long, slender, beautiful legs started to cramp up on her. By the time she swung her leg back around and was sitting next to. " I love you too, but what's wrong?" she asked, angling her head down. "It wasn't so good that it was bad, so that want to break up, do you? Not on our first anniversary of when we met," she fretted."No, of course not," I corrected her, bringing her head back up. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I realized it over that blow job from your BFF here. It made me feel different about you, and then I felt the need to make you mine," I made clear, prior to getting up and letting her down.