The Titmouse and the Peacock

To her shock and absolute horror, all of Lauren's expensive silicone bra inserts for breasts enhancements were gone. each breast cost seventy dollars alone, and Lauren owned four pairs. Not to mention that her butt enhancement pads also costs as much. Lauren angrily slammed her dresser drawer, which mockingly slides back out, making Lauren even more livid.

After some quick alterations and adjustments, Lauren cautiously walked out onto her driveway, spotting, and quickly ramming the toe of a wadded up sock back into hiding behind her bra. Looking left, Lauren could see men mowing their lawn or getting their mail. To her right however, in a big surprise was Delilah. Delilah seemed like she was waiting for something or someone.

Lauren frustratingly stomped her way toward the old witch, involuntarily shaking a sock free from it confines. Ignoring the sock that fell on the concrete below, Lauren trudged on.

"I want may enha--." Lauren stopped and lowered her voice so that nobody would know of her secrets and would still think of her as the sexiest girl on the block. "I want, no I demand my enhancements back, you thief!" sensing the fire in Lauren's eyes and spice in her voice, a smile creeped across Delilah's thin lips. "Normally I would help, but this is punishment for your earlier lack of hospitality. I do not like clients who are unwilling to use the services I provide." "Services, what services? Lauren asks, puzzled. Grinning, Delilah clears her throat. Well, where to begin. I am what you call a genie. I grant three wishes. After the third and final wish though, I..well, we'll just have to wait and see." Lauren looked at Delilah quizzically. "A genie? Right. So, Genie, where's your lamp?" Lauren was attempting to prove that this old coot is just crazy. "You ripped it." Delilah simply replied, causing Lauren to shiver. "Do you have the card?" Asks Delilah.