Simon goes to her

He probably should've felt better having the house to himself again, but spending more than just the morning with her would have been nice.

Well, he still was at least, just not in the usual way.

Simon scratched his head as he looked over various scans and documents from the resource database he frequented for history classes. The back of the ring pushed against his face as he used his arm to rest his head on and read. He wasn't one to complain after all he had a lot going well for him.

He was no longer a virgin, he gave it to the girl he wanted to have it, the girl who was his first friend, he could now talk to her without being trapped inside his head, and that girl happened to also be a hot blonde bombshell that was now an all powerful genie that referred to him as "Master".

So, things were...pretty good? He wasn't really complaining. He didn't really have to.

His brain saw things differently though. Protecting Jessica was always in the back of his mind, but now that it was in the forefront, Simon Harris did what he always did.

He wanted to know more. Obsessively more. He had asked more questions of the blonde while they waited for his sister to get out of the shower and dressed. He stopped to laugh to himself for a second.

Jess' reaction to her newfound power was pretty cute, even if she used it on his sister. Afterwards, it was back to asking questions about how much she knew and remembered with conversation her mother gave her right before their lives tumbled, dragged, and entangled back together.

He really was going to have to brush up on his Aramaic and Islamic folklore to figure this out. His family would probably be very concerned that he would need a copy of the Quran in his room, but the situation was what it was.

"What in the hell is an Iblis?"

Simon kept scrolling through and reading as Jess' voice popped back in.

"Hey. What are you looking at right now, anyway?" her voice asked curiously.

His eyes looked upward as she spoke through their increasingly growing telepathic link, his eyes turning back and going line by line on the article.

"Trying to research more about you."

"You mean like stalking my socials or actual genie stuff?"

He had to laugh at that one, shaking his head. If he were stalking her socials he would've started critiquing whatever photos and selfies she took.

"No. Actual genie stuff. Turns out there's other names for them, like Jinn."

Simon looked back at the notes he had taken so far and reading the caption underneath under his breath, "Iblis, or alternatively Eblis, Iblees, or Ibris, is figure frequently occurring in the Quran during the creation of Adam, considered himself superior to man for being made of fire instead of earth... often mistaken for the Devil... recent Islamic and Religious scholars believe him to be Jinn..."

We that sounded... oddly terrifying.

He was pretty sure Jessica was more of an angel than a devil though. Speaking of which.

"I always thought it was like a cross between Aladdin and that old TV show before Mom turned up dressed like a **** girl."

Jess wasn't wrong about that, he had the same recollection. Though there was a reason for his constant scrolling and searching through archives and museum photos. Damn. He couldn't make heads or tails of what that scroll said. His eyes shut as he shrugged his shoulders to take a break and respond to her,

"Well I mean, I think I did too, but I was curious. If you're really a genie, then why do we even know what a genie is? Like if your Mom didn't want you to let anyone know, how come people know what a genie is to begin with? You get what I mean?"

"I think so? Like I thought genies weren't real, but even though I thought they weren't I kinda knew what they already were. So why wouldn't my Mom have to explain what a genie was to me or that I can grant wishes?"

Okay, wishing to be understood by and talk to Jess. Very underrated, best wish so far. He nodded his head, clicked his mouse again to save some data and smiled.

"Right. People have been documenting genies in some fashion for thousands of years, and if they're real, that means people had to know about them somehow, so maybe someone or SOMETHING left a trail of breadcrumbs."

And there were definitely bread crumbs. Man had dated back genies appearing in some manner or other to at least 2400 BC/BCE. So what would make them reveal themselves then?

Jessica seemed ecstatic with the news, "Master that's fucking amazing! How'd you get so good at stuff like this?"

Her praise made him blush again as he felt the nervous compulsion to scratch his head again. Hearing Jess speak to him like that brought up old memories. He looked down at his desk and the growing bulge in his pants.

"Um...I don't know? I think maybe my brain traded my people skills for this sort of thing..."

That was at least one way someone told him to put it. Probably their History Teacher. He sighed and went back to staring at the untranslated slab and art on his screen and had a realization.

If he was going to learn everything he can to protect and help Jess, he was going to need to do some upgrades on himself. Especially if he wanted to read that slab or other primary sources.

He always told Sam and Kevin he wanted to do better in Spanish class...

"Hey Jess, sorry about this, but I need to make a wish."

There was a pause, a bit of hesitancy, but his genie's voice permitted him his request, "Okay. But make it quick. Your sister will catch up to me in a couple seconds."

He nodded without even caring if she was there to see it and took a deep breath, "I wish I'm able to read, write, comprehend, understand, and speak any or every language fluently."

He swore he could hear Jessica moan from where he sat, but what really caught him off guard was the sudden feeling like he had just drank 50 cups of coffee in a single sitting. His brain was thinking and moving faster in a few seconds to the point it made him feel dizzy.

He grabbed himself in his chair and lurched over his desk, shook his head as he caught his breath at the sudden new weight of knowledge adapting into his skull.

Jess voice reached out to him, her voice also showing signs of recovering from her obvious sexual reaction, "That was close...you still there, Master?"

He shook his head rapidly feeling the excess energy from completely unlocking the language part of his brain. He let out a sigh and squinted his eyes, rubbing his scalp again,

"Whoa. That was a fucking head rush... guh... I'm gonna need a minute. Schiesse, Kuso..."

Jessica's tone became confused as his language no longer made sense, "Um. What?"

"Shit," he explained, "In German. Japanese. I'm fluent in every word for Shit, now."

The blonde genie began to let out a giggle at that, teasing him, but obviously happy, "See what happens when a girl makes you smarter?"

She made him a lot of things. He'd take aroused and smarter over depressed and lonely for the rest of his life. He cleared his throat and then focused on saying and thinking the word 'shit' again, this time in Arabic.

"Alqarf..."

Right. Now he could read what the damn tablet said.

Simon looked at the photo of the museum piece again and felt his brain switch tracks over from English to the strange Proto-Arabic language, his hand moving on autopilot to translate back the notes on his tablet. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes as he finished. He was going to have to get used to this.

Luckily he was able to lose track of time easily when he was focused on something.

As he continued to read on, he found more of his breadcrumbs. Genies were very good at hiding themselves, and went to great extent to do so. Some of them were very keen to detail how they took on animal traits or blend in with human hosts. It all seemed off to him. His mind circled back again.

That idea of a race of fire people being born and thinking mankind was lower than dirt. It came up again in a different version. Simon's eyes went wide at the next excerpt on his screen, "What the..."

"Master. Help me."

His heart stopped. Did Jessica just...

Immediately he dropped everything he was doing, grabbed his backpack off the floor and shoved his camera and tablet inside it. He slung it on his back and stared down at the emerald in his ring that shined with a bright light. The environment of his room faded and warped away into black and a new spiral and set of different colors, brighter and more colorful in pallet appeared.

This time he was more prepared when his feet hit the ground. He shook his head to get the feeling of being in a different place out of his head and looked around. He was definitely in a girl's room.

His eyes shot around as he threw his bag down on the bed, frantically searching before looking down around the corners of the room, then remembering when she teleported by accident that morning. Simon's head spun faster than his body and he crouched down.

Jessica was almost catatonic with fear, her body curled up in a ball again, clutching a familiar...

...was that Thumper?

He reached a hand out gently and touched her cheek, "Jess, Jess it's me."

She flinched at first, then her eyes locked up on him and immediately she latched herself to his chest with her arm, rushing to tell him in her panicked state, "Master. Master he's here. He's here! He knows! He came back! He came back I know he did!"

He looked confused and held onto her shoulders tightly, "Jess, Jess look at me, okay? Just breathe. Just look at me and breathe."

Without choice she obeyed her Master's insistence. Her eyes and face looked at him and stared back. Her rapidly breathing chest and heaving breasts began to slow, her stare began to fade as she relaxed into him and began to blink, listening to him talk soothingly to her, still on his guard, "It's okay. It's just me. No one else is here."

Her face scrunched as she felt a sense of relief, embarrassment, and anguish, hugging into tightly. Her voice muffed against the fresh shirt he changed into after she left, "He was gonna get me... I-I h-heard... the box..."

He watched her raise her hand weakly as she trembled with fear, in the direction toward her nightstand. Her body continued to shake and she let out a small whimper as he tried to stand up, his gaze focused onto where she had pointed.

There had only been two other times Simon Harris had seen Jessica Edwards this terrified in front of him. First was when her father and stepmother were running late from a party to pick her up due to a bad storm, and she had clung to him then when the power went out; the second was only last night.

"Jess, I'm going to go over there and see for myself, okay?" he said soothingly to her, his fingers stroked the top of her blonde locks.

She responded well to it, but still clung tightly to him. Her voice stuttered badly,

"S-S-S-Si..."

"I'll be right back," he held her hands in his for a moment and looked in her in her eyes, "Just stay here for a moment and breath for me until I do."

She shook her head in protest, but her body did what it was told. Simon crouched over, then rolled until he had a straight shot from under her window sill and into her half-open closet. He could hear the paneling of the house like he did at his own the night before, he could hear the air conditioning fan turn on again, there wasn't any recent sign of **** entry.

In an eerie silence, he moved to the closet, his hand slapped the door open as Jess whimpered again behind him. His eyes wide, facial features frozen, scanned inside and even kicked his foot inside to make sure someone wasn't hiding there. No sounds or movement.

Empty.

He turned back and looked down at the carpet on the floor. The carpet had still shown some signs of the initial struggle that must've took place from the night before. There was a small golden engraved box that sat open on its side with a red velvet interior. He picked it off the floor and closed it. He clutched it in his right hand and moved to the doorway of her room, he listened for about a minute for anything. Nothing.

He walked back to her window, shut it firmly and locked it tight. Then finally, he moved back and sat himself next to the curled ball that was his blonde genie. His arm wrapped protectively around her and his hand held out the box to her, which she took in a daze.

She lowered her head and clenched down her teeth, her voice still quiet, anguished, and shame, "Fuck it all. I can't take this."

She looked up at him again with her eyes defiant but crying, "I can't take this, Master! I was only in here for a couple minutes! I feel so powerless..."

He wiped her tears away and pulled her in closer as she latched on again, "Jess, it's okay. I'm here. I shut the window and checked your room. No one is here but you and me. You're safe."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath again, her head nodded along. She eventually spoke in a more composed tone,

"Yeah. Yeah... okay."

He decided to just let themselves sit there together on the floor of her room, his left arm keeping a tight hold securely around her to make sure. He reached into the pocket of his cargo shirt and pulled out his phone. He scrolled and made sure to text two people.

Jess' eyes glanced up and realized the obvious one.

-Sam, Jess asked me to come over to her house later. I might spend the night. I don't want her to be alone.

It didn't take too long to get a response. She seemed...surprisingly okay with it.

The second text was a response text.

-Simon, what happened last night? :I

-What do you mean? o.o

-That bitch's party dude! I thought you were playing lookout for me so I could set the bomb.

Simon immediately let his face fall flat, his brow furrowed as he texted.

-Don't call her that >[

-Right. :/ Sorry, sir. I meant Lady Edwards of House Pompous, Mother of Sarcastic Barbs. C'mon Simon, tell me what happened.

-Nothing. Sam did bring Jess home in case the cops showed up, tho.

-Ouch. You poor bastard. How blue are your balls?

-Ha. Ha. Funny. :[ You didn't go back there did you?

-LMFAO Relax Simon! XD And no, I haven't. Listen I'm just checking because I think I blacked out last night. Don't know how, was only curious. Glad you made it out in one piece if that's how your night went though.

Simon let out a very audible sigh and rolled his eyes backwards. His top of his skull leaned against the wall of the young woman's room as he felt is phone vibrate in his hand again.

-Hey Simon, not to sound weird, but did Jess say anything to your sister about me?

The auburn haired young man locked his eyes on his phone and texted back carefully.

-Not that I know of. Why? o.o

He waited. The three dots appearing and disappearing on his messenger.

-So I still know if I have a chance with Sam XP

-You're not touching my sister. -_- Ever. Even if you're joking.

-HAHAHA Don't worry Simon. Everyone knows your sister's one true love will always be you! >D Anyway I gtg. Sorry for dragging you into that nonsense last night, I'll buy you lunch tomorrow.

He sighed again and shook his head, only to find as he placed the phone back in his pocket that a set of green eyes were locked on him and beginning to look concerned.

"Who was that?"

Simon's face grimaced as he said the answer as best he could, "I texted Sam and Kevin."

"W-W-Why? Why did you..."

He put his finger gently on her lip to stop her going down that path again, "I wanted to make sure he didn't come back after last night. He didn't."

That didn't put at any much ease, she frowned and looked away, "He could've been lying to you. He lies all the time."

He sighed again and rubbed his face, "In either case, I told my sister I'd stay the night over here with you. I need to make sure you stay safe."

The young man turned his head to face a view of the back of Jessica's blonde head. She was trying to hide her face from him. He didn't understand. Was she upset? Annoyed? He couldn't tell if that was cry or a giggle.

"Thank you, Simon."

When she turned back to face him her face was red and transitioning from a pout to a half-hearten smile. The good news was she was starting to relax a bit more in his grip. His face relaxed and he looked over Jess' shoulder and into her arms to ask something. Her face looked at him confused.

"Hey Thumper, where've you been?"

The cheer captain began to burst out in laughter as she held out the stuffed animal from her suffocating grip to look at the both of them.

She was nervous; a combination of smile, shyness, and blush. He had picked his backpack off her bed and been dragged down the hall after a couple of moments to let her recover from her recent attack.

Now it looked like she was trying to find herself by playing the hostess.

"So, um... yeah this is the guest room," she announced while opening the giant wood door at the end of her hallway.

Whoa. Her Dad really upgraded this part of the house since he was last here.

"Is that a bookshelf on that side of the bed?" he asked in disbelief.

Jessica started to form a smile again as he walked slowly inside to look around, the light panes of a different design and the walls high enough someone could install the floor for an apartment loft without noticing or batting an eye.

"Yeah! Daddy likes having certain people stay to have something to read. I never really question it, so..."

"He really renovated," Simon admitted.

"Yeah he- wait. How do you know that?" she asked.

Simon laughed and scratched his head, "C'mon Jess, I've been to your house before. I just hadn't seen your room or this part of your house in a long time."

She nodded in realization, hers eyes scanned the room, "Oh yeahhhh. Right, this used to be the playroom I had. Wow. He and Steph really did build this out after I grew out of it."

Her face began turning pink again as she looked uncomfortable, "Hey Simon, um. Don't take this wrong way, but I'll probably want to share the bed again. This was supposed to be a lie how I wouldn't, but since I can no longer lie to you... I just-I just want to be able to sleep tonight."

"Jess, it's fine," he admitted with a bright smile in an attempt to calm her down.

She nodded her head and then pouted, "That probably means no sex tonight either."

"No complaints," he really didn't have any that he could throw back.

"Really? Just like that?" she sounded skeptical.

He was going to sleep in the same bed with her for the second night in a row. Making sure she slept well was an important step. Plus, they had talked about it this morning.

He just nodded as she looked at him, she tried to choose her words carefully, "But if I were to change my mind th-"

"Then yeah, I'd do it in a heartbeat," he didn't have to let her finish her sentence. This should have been obvious stuff at this point.

She brought her hand up to her mouth and let out a chuckle, "You really are a silly boy. You know that right?"

He shrugged with his bag on his shoulder, and reiterated his point with a warm smile on his face, "Jess. I said what I've wanted to say to you my whole life yesterday. We're becoming close again, and I even slept with you on your birthday. What am I supposed to say?"

She smiled at that comment even more than his other ones. He looked at her again, her arms and legs crossed, a hand running through her blonde hair, her face curving into a smile, the way those tight black shorts hugged her hips, that party top invited viewers in, her emerald eyes happy to see him.

What wasn't there to love?

She rubbed the back of her head again as her face remained flushed, "You're aroused by me right now, aren't you?"

He nodded as she smiled up towards him again as she slowly paced the room in her bare feet, "I can tell. That wish you made to feel what you feel, it lets me. The minute you walk into the same area as me I can feel your emotions, but because you're you, they tend to pack a lot behind them. And the truth is, I really like feeling them, but it can be like a **** for us both good or bad if we aren't careful."

She stopped herself to take a breath again, then sauntered herself over to him, only at least a foot of space between them.

"I really am happy to see you again, Simon. I did miss you."

That made him feel warm, and happy. The look on her face began to turn upward into a smile, her green eyes glanced up at him and then looked off and away in thought. Her facial muscles tried to suppress it back down.

"If it weren't for that wish you made though, I wouldn't be remembering any of this. I was worried this morning that last night you were changing me into someone else..."

He felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. She was confused. He didn't want her to be someone she wasn't for him. The idea that he would **** her to change made his guilt skyrocket.

"...but that's not who you are," her voice snapped his attention back to him.

She smiled at him encouragingly, her body making the same newfound effort to actually say his name, "Simon. I was wrong to treat you the way I have been this last few years. If anyone but you picked up that ring, my life would probably be over right now. And until you stopped me from leaving your room, I thought it was over. I mean-the only reason, the only reason, I'm even talking to you is because of how you reacted to all this."

Her face became burdened by worry and she bit down on her lower lip worriedly, "And I can't afford to fuck this up. I can't."

She had tears swell up in her eyes as she let out a laugh, "I mean, there was a point where I really thought that I... I... and the moment you told me you were going to protect me threw it all for a loop."

He felt worried when he heard that, his grip on his backpack's strap tightened, he began to walk toward her, but her eyes and smile stopped him in his tracks.

"If I had remembered at that moment, I would've known how stubborn like your sister you can be. I'd feel safer like I do now. Knowing you'll be there at any moment and any time when I need you, it's such a relief! And whenever that anxious voice tries to claw inside me, I can just reach out and talk to you. I know this sounds weird coming from me but, I don't feel as lonely with you around."

She was right. That did sound weird. Everything before that had made his heart swell in his chest, but he didn't really get it. Jessica was the sun of Eastlake, all the planets and everyone on them had rotated around her and her gravity. His head tilted again in its usual manner, earning a giggle and smile. She understood his confusion almost immediately.

"Simon, I'm wrapped up in everyone's expectations. Everyone thinks I just do what I want and dictate, but it gets hard. My ego gets inflated because I'm Jessica Edwards, the 'It Girl', every girl wants to be me, and every guy wants me! But to you, I'm just Jess. I just happen to be all these things to everyone, while to you those things are just... me. And while it was **** on me because of how I've talked to you, having to be honest as you are is, actually nice. I mean hell, you're actually listening to what I'm saying and not wondering when I'll finally just shut up and get to fuck you."

She sounded almost as amazed by what she had confessed as he had been to listen to her. She looked at him again with a smile.

"The last thing I want to do after this weekend is ruin whatever relationship I have with you. You don't want to lose me again, and I can't afford to lose you again. So all I ask is for you to be patient with me, okay? And I'll learn again to be patient with you. This is still new for both of us. Deal?"

"Deal," he affirmed.

His genie let out a loud sigh of relief and walked back over to him as he took out his camera and tablet and placed them on the desk in the corner. His mind set about to putting his stuff where he wanted it and tossed the bag off to the side. His face turned back to her when he saw her pick up his DSLR curiously.

It was his go to camera. The one he was most comfortable with, tossed into his bag without a second thought. He kept a couple lenses he needed in the bag, but left one Normal 50m lens on in particular in case he needed to snap a quick portrait of something. He didn't know how much Jess knew about cameras or how different lenses worked. She poked curiously at the lens cap and inspected it seeing the it not having the ability to focus. Eastlake's cheer squad had yearbook take portrait shots before, he mostly just supplied action shots and others as a third-party.

"Hey, Master," Jessica was relaxed enough he gathered to drop the effort to say his name, "I'm not wrong to think you took photos of me when I couldn't see you, right?"

He paused and thought back through the large catalog he had memorized in his head, "Yeah. I tried not to focus on you, so I could get the shots I needed to, but you're good on camera."

"Oh, I am, huh?" she asked playfully.

He could hear her feet approaching him as his blonde genie held out his camera to him, a smirk on her face as she held it out, "You've got time. Why not show me?"

His face felt warm again seeing that look coming back to her face, and took the camera as she hopped onto the bed next to him to see. He flipped open the screen and opened the menu after the camera turned on. He cycled the dial on the camera as numerous thumbnails flashed by.

"How can you go through them so fucking fast?"

He smirked, "Practice. Here."

He stopped the wheel and pressed down on a particular photo he liked of her. The blonde in her full cheerleader outfit on the middle of the field during a game at halftime, her body twirling upside down in mid-air above the pyramid as it broke apart in order to catch her, her blonde hair flowing out.

Simon watched as her green eyes widened in awe as she grabbed the camera and remembered the moment, "That was the Homecoming last fall. We were going to use that move in sectionals, but they had to get rescheduled, and that touchdown photo of Brad made the sports page! This is really good..."

He smirked and then motioned with his finger to scroll her thumb forward, "Go back two, Jess."

She nodded and tapped before letting out an audible gasp, he smiled and told the story, "I never let Tiffany have that one. She wanted to ring my neck for the other, but I didn't let her know about that one. Everyone else was too focused on that damn touchdown shot that they only wanted one or two photos of your squad for yearbook."

Jessica's emerald eyes looked up at him as her mouth remained slightly agape, then back at the camera in more disbelief. She had her brow furrow as she turned the camera back towards him to look at his work.

She was in mid-air after a full body flip, her body straightened out almost like she had just leaped from a diving board, her hair flowed out behind her, and the skirt had rolled a bit up to get a shot of the uniform bottom underneath, and she had a smile on her face.

"You DIDN'T share THAT one?" she asked almost completely insulted by such a statement.

He scratched his head nervously as he could feel her glare returning to her, "Um. I actually wanted to. Few people reached out to me about buying some photos."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Such as?"

He continued to scratch his head until her hand knocked his off and began scratching it instead, a shudder and tremor of pleasure ripping through his body.

"C-Coach of the Squad, some parents, your Stepmom. Gosh that feels nice..."

He relaxed his shoulders and smiled as she sighed and shook her head with a smile, "You really shouldn't make it sound so suspicious, Master. You'll give it to me though, right? I want to post that."

"Yeah, whatever you want. I'm glad you like it," he said with a laugh, brushing his hand down on the growing discomfort of the bulge building against his pants again, "I always felt like it made you look like a ballerina."

Her scratching stopped as he looked over and saw her hold the camera with both hands. A blush crept up on her face as she looked nervously up at him again, "Master. You've obviously imagined doing a photo shoot with me, right?"

He starred at her as the warmth crept back onto his face too, he nodded. In response she glanced away in thought, one that made her teeth gently bite down nervously again on her lower lip. Her voice soft, but nervous.

"What would- what am I wearing during this?"

His eyes widened and his voice started to fight him again, "Well, I um... I imagined a lot of different... things..."

His eyes looked away nervously as they both devolved back into be a couple of innocent children, glancing away at each other and away trying to get a sense of what the other was thinking. He finally managed the ability to say something in that awkward silence forming between them,

"W-Why do you ask, Jess?"

She turned back, her lip turned red under the nervous tension of her teeth that had bitten down, her face even more red.

"Something my Mom said when I asked her why, why-why she was dressed up as, uh, um... the way she was. She told me I wouldn't have a choice, that the Masters enforce their genie to wear what they desire. So, part of the reason why I get so scared is because, I can't imagine what I would've been **** to wear or not wear. If you really wanted, I wouldn't have a say in my fashion choices, and I mean..."

She pulled at the choker necklace around her neck with her finger, "I kind of feel like I'm going in that direction already."

She managed to gulp down the saliva caught in her throat at the same time he was. He had to look around. Was the AC still working in her house? Man it was really warm again. He felt like sweating.

So did she.

"I keep finding myself getting curious to what you would... your imagination has always been... big..."

She had to turn away from him again and rub her hands together, her legs squirming together, her eyes widened as she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, "S-So um, how would you dress me up?"

He gulped down his nerves and saliva again and just stared at her. His brain going a million miles a minute trying to process what was going on. His voice being sabotaged by another swallow and a gasp for air as he picked up his camera to shut it down.

"Um. I uh, um..."

So for him, the love his life and the most gorgeous girl he thought ever existed just asked what he would dress her up as. His brain tried to reboot as he stared off and let out a exhale so intensely he thought he could see steam shooting out of him and his body.

"D-Definitely not a Bunny or you'd kill me..."

His genie's cheeks blew up as she attempted to hold down a laugh, a big smile appearing on her face as she squint her eyes as she held her arms under her breasts, "D-D-Don't s-say that. Th-That's not fair! C'mon..."

He took another deep breath and then looked over at her again, "Do you... do you want me to tell you? Or show you?"

Her jaw went agape and she sat frozen staring at him in probably the same way she had just done waiting for him to think of an answer. Her eyes began going off and around everywhere like a titled pinball machine, her right arm rising up to her mouth to let her thumb to take the place of her lip to give it some relief most likely. She had looked almost the same way he suggested giving her the Power of Simon Says.

Jessica was tempted by it, a lot more than scared by it as she said she was.

That feeling seemed to be locked in on them like a magnet.

Finally the emerald eyes of his genie locked onto his, and he had his orders,

"Show me, Master."