He Does Go In To See Her

"This is as far as I go."

Lorne stopped a few feet short of the elevator and pressed the door-opening button. "Have fun," said the green demon. "You crazy SOB," he said under his breath.

Andrew grinned. That photo of Jasmine was so hot--and he'd been wanting to get with a black woman since seeing Ohura on the original Star Trek.

He stepped into the elevator and knew Lorne had already programmed in the realm where it would go. Andrew waved goodbye as the door closed and the box he was in began to speed up. Andrew sighed with a smile by the time the door opened.

He stepped out and found himself in a short, dark room. All there was was a bed and a figure on it. Andrew stepped out and the elevator door disapeared. "Are you Jasmine?"

She turned, revealing her strong beautiful face and slender athletic body. "Hello," she said, expecting her voice to make him a ****. It didn't, she could tell, because she could see a glow of energy if he did. "Why aren't you becoming a **** when I speak?"

"Umm... Sorry?" asked Andrew. He stepped closer to the bed. "So is this your prison the Powers That Be imprisoned you in?"

Jasmine snorted. "Why aren't you my ****?"

"Umm... I can be."

"But you're not. You aren't a glowing, shiny, happy person!"

"I'll be a ****! What do you want me to do?!"