Francis decided that he needed to think about having a genie, so they went downstairs and outside for a walk. Francis' house was on a street that led to a small retail shop area, and the two of them headed that way, walking side by side.
As they walked, Francis said, "If I wish for a million dollars, you'll give it to me?" He rubbed the genie's ass through her dress.
The genie adjusted her dress a little and said, "Yes."
Francis thought about it. "And it wouldn't be stolen money, or someone else's, or fake, or something else that would get me in trouble?"
"Damn," the genie thought, "He's good!" She said, "No, it wouldn't."
As they walked, a police car started to follow them at a distance. Ann, a lady cop watched Francis with the "woman" from behind the wheel and said to herself, "There's a hooker with a John. And in this neighborhood!"
"And you can control anybody's mind and body?" Francis stopped to look at the genie.
The genie stopped also. "Yes, within some limits. I can't kill anyone outright, and..."
Ann pulled up behind them and hit her siren briefly, then parked her car and got out.
Francis had jumped at the siren, and then saw the police car. "Oh-oh!"
The genie crossed her arms and stared at Francis.
Ann surveyed the situation and said, "You both know that prostitution is illegal, right?"
The genie sputtered, "Do you believe I am this man's houri?"
Francis sensed trouble, both from the genie and the cop. "Cheliba, calm down. Officer, this woman is my friend..."
The genie snapped at Francis, "I am not your friend, I am your slave."
The cop scowled at both of them. "Friend-slave, huh? Let's see some ID!"
Francis saw that the situation was now out of control. "Put her to sleep." He told the genie.
"Gladly!" the genie said.
"What?" The cop looked like she was about to draw her gun, but suddenly her eyes slammed shut and she simply stood there, swaying slightly.
Francis looked at the genie. "Maybe you being invisible wouldn't be such a bad thing?"
The genie smirked at him. "Oh, really?" |