Knock him out.

A quick strike to the back of the head sends Griff into dreamland. He crumples over, on top of the naked genie. She looks up at you and asks, "What did you do?!"

Hiding the monkey wrench behind your back, you reply, "Well, I saw him and then you, like that..." It was generally true. You ungracefully roll the big guy's **** body off the couch to unpin Amina. She gets up starts to dress while you find a spot to hide the weapon.

"He wasn't going to hurt me..." Amina says as she pulls up her pants. She must have forgot to borrow underwear.

You shrug and say, "He was on top of you, I had to act... anyways... what were YOU doing?"

Amina becomes evasive, looking away as she buttons up her blouse. "Well, he showed me around and then one thing led to another..." she started and then trailed off.

"You were repulsed by him outside, now you're fine with him being all over you?" you ask, incredulously. That's not you just being jealous, right? That's a total about face of reactions. That should require some explaining, shouldn't it? You are genuinely curious how this change came about, so you wait for her to respond.

"Well... outside, he was attacking you, so I thought he was this big bully, but then he started showing me around..." Amina smiles as she explains, thinking back to what just occured. "I mean, he was gentle with me... " She wrings her hands and swivels around like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

You narrow your eyes, not convinced about this reasoning. "You're under a spell too, that must be it."

"I am not!" Amina denies, "You don't think I have feelings too?"

"What about my mother? Did it go the same way as well?" you prod.

"Oh... that was different. She caught me in your room, you see, and I think she was upset that I was wearing her clothes. Only, she didn't get upset, she said I looked better in these clothes than she ever could. I told her she was pretty. She IS pretty," Amina explains.

"Mina, that's my mom... please..." you can feel your stomach churn at the touchy subject.

"Anyways, your mom can be quite the charmer. She got me to try on different things with her and one thing led to another and well... you saw..."

You nod slowly, not being able to wipe that memory from your head anytime soon. You quickly change the subject, "That just proves my point. Whatever Lynn's spell is on you, it works both ways. People fall in love with you and you do right back."

"That couldn't be!" Amina protests.

"Why not?" you ask.

"Because it couldn't!" Amina says. Slowly, the light in the genie's eyes grow bright as it dawns on her that she doesn't have a good reason why it couldn't be. She turns to you with shock, "She put a spell on me!"

"That's what I said!"