Chapter 3
by 
darklyte31
What happens when he pulls out the bracelet later?
Fanny’ Fanny
Greg was at home when he remembered the bracelet he put in his coat pocket. He had already taken off his pants and was wearing some boxers and undershirt.
He was sitting at his kitchen table and started to wipe off the dirt with a wet rag. Then dropped it on the table when purple smoke started pouring out of the gem. He jumped up straight out of the chair when a naked teenager appeared before him.
“Hello, Master!” She greeted, wearing only a white apron around her waist and a matching white bow tie. Her skin was silver and hair navy blue. The Dallas Cowboys logo was on the apron. His favorite team.
“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Fanny, Master and I am your genie.” She replied.
“I must be hallucinating.” He muttered.
“No, Master. I am quite real. I am here to grant you wishes.”
“Wishes. As in the kind that gives you three wishes?” He asked while staring at her rather impressive bare chest.
“Actually, the number of wishes vary from person to person based on karma. For you it is four a day until you die or lose the bracelet.”
“Four. A day?”
‘That is a lot.’ He thought.
“I know it is not much…”
His jaw sprung open in disbelief.
“…but your life is rather bland and selfish. At least you’re not a bad person. It can get low as three a moon.”
“No, that’s fine.”
“So. What would you like to wish for first?”
And without thinking, he muttered “…”