Pun & Personality

“What do you mean ‘not again,’” Francis asked.

The Genie sighed, leaning back against the attic wall.

“Because I orgasmed with your penis in me,” the Genie explained. “I became bonded to you.”

“What’s that mean?” Francis said.

“What it means,” the supernatural creature said crossly. “Is that I am yours until you die. I will be able to grant as many wishes as you want rather than the typical three granted to most people. Of course, there are still the limitations to the wishes.”

“Is that it?” Francis asked, his eyes full of the beautiful creature. “Just wishes?”

“Of course not,” she snapped. “I am completely at your command, as much as my powers allow.”

“Well, at least your not a stiff about it,” Francis smiled. The Genie grimaced at his bad joke.

“I will always be myself no matter what others want,” she growled. “I have a personality and my own mind. I’m not some automaton.” The Genie glanced at her torn clothes. With a harrumph, her outfit was repaired, properly arranged.

“You know,” Francis smirked. “You wouldn’t want to go outside dressed like that. It would cause a scene.”

“Why do you think that?” she said, a superior look on her face. “What makes you think they’d be able to see me?”

“Because I say so?”

The Genie glowered at Francis.

“What do you want me to wear?” she spat.