“She says she needs time. Argh! And that’s the one thing I don’t have! Brad comes back on Sunday! It’s Wednesday night. I only have four days!”
“Relax, baby.” The genie patted her cheek. “Didn’t Brahma create the world in less time?”
“I don’t know,” she muttered. “I wasn’t there.”
Gene chuckled, then his expression closed as his eyes slid down her body. “You know,” he said, looking at his groin. “You might want to start getting used to that. And what it can do. Or do you intend to go to Allison’s bed a virgin?”
“I’m not a virgin!” she exclaimed hotly.
“Oh?” A sardonic eyebrow rose. “In that body, you are. And wouldn’t it be embarrassing and hard to explain if you had absolutely no idea what to do?”
“I know what to do. Tab A in Slot B. Easy.”
“Then you’re a damn idiot.” Gene folded his arms. “Listen to me, Riyad. The pressure is already building. There are two incompatible realities out there. And sometime pretty damn soon, instead of making sure that a tuna-fish sandwich goes splat on the ground when someone drops it, one of them is going to look at you and wonder why the hell you’re wearing a male skin over your soul.” He poked her in her chest. “So don’t draw its attention.”
She rubbed the spot. “So jerking off is a way of blending in?”
Parent Post: In Genie Us by Glaze72 – Chapter 1: Something Old
- In Genie Us by Glaze72 - Chapter 2: She Dreams of Gene Eh?
- In Genie Us by Glaze72 - Chapter 3: A Change Will Do Her Good
- In Genie Us by Glaze72 - Chapter 4: Morning Would?
- In Genie Us by Glaze72 - Chapter 5: Eaten Out