You're damn right he does

Sean pulled is car into the driveway at his house and smiled fondly at all of the memories he had from the night, still able to smell Jessica's perfume on his suit coat.

"Hell, I might never have this thing cleaned," he chuckled to himself as he got ready for bed. Pulling off his clothes all the way down to his boxer briefs, Sean remembered the way Jess had felt as she ground herself onto him during the wish granting earlier. The gleaming, steamy, half-lidded look in her eyes was so sexy it was enough to make him swell up in his underwear. He pulled on a pair of blue pajama pants and a Superman shirt before laying down in bed and swiping up through Facebook a bit.

He saw all the pictures, the videos, and the posts about the game. Read all the posts about Greg's injuries, and then just sighed as he saw that someone from the school newspaper had gotten a great shot of him and Jess dancing that last dance.

He had just set his phone down on his nightstand when he got the text message from Jess: NEED YOU HERE NOW.

In an instant he stood up out of bed and grabbed his keys before he stopped. Something was seriously wrong, but he wasn't sure if he should chance a wish. With a calming breath and a split second decision he decided that he would rather not take a chance on Jess' safety. He clenched his fist and thought about the wording, then said, "I wish to be transported exactly where Jessica Edward needs me to be right now."

The tingle went up his arm and he felt the wish being granted as his body felt compressed for a split second. Suddenly it was like he was as small as a marble, but with the same density of his full body. Just as suddenly, his feet were planted on a cold tiled floor and he was looking down at the top of Brad Myers' head as he bumped into him.

One second Brad was looking down on the frightened young woman he intended on making his lover tonight, and the next he was bumping into something both soft, but hard at the same time. He looked up and saw a big red and yellow 'S' and took a step back, "Su-Superman?"

The startled young quarterback looked further up and saw the face of Sean McNamara and then just frowned, "How the fuck did you get in here?"

Sean turned around, saw the frightened face of his genie, turned around and saw the spiteful look on Brad's face, and made the connection. "None of your business. But I am pretty sure it looks like Jessica asked you to leave and you didn't understand." Sean stepped towards his captain and took a stern stance, "Leave now."

Brad chuckled and tried to brush past the taller boy, and Sean just shook his head and placed his hand on Brad's chest, stepping in front of him. His voice was deep, and serious now as he made one last warning, "Last chance, Brad. Leave now."

The young quarterback was not used to taking no for an answer. Not from women, and not from his underlings... even if they were bigger than him. So his answer to Sean's last warning was to turn around, ball up his fist, and punch him as hard as possible across his jaw.

He may have been shorter than Sean, but his punch was solid, and it connected just right to spin him around and knock him over. When he landed he was facing Jess who was not only dealing with the frightening situation before her, but the arousing sensations of the wish Sean had made to come to her rescue. The hormones flooding her body were intense and the chemicals in her brain were almost overwhelming. Sean looked into Jess' eyes and tapped the ring on the tile floor softly, making a click she could hear.

His head motioned over his shoulder and she understood what he meant. He wanted to wish his way out of this situation for all of them. Her new ability was still active and she could see that her saviour's intentions for her were still pure as his eyes almost glowed with an inner blue light. She bit back a moan and nodded, fighting back her hips' natural motion to wriggle and twitch.

Sean stood up thought for a moment and said, right to the cock young quarterback's face, "Brad Myers, I wish that you would leave this house right now, forget everything that has happened here, drive safely to the police station and confess to any rapes you have ever committed, and all your victims will feel empowered enough to openly testify against you."

The familiar tingle traveled up his arm again, and he watched as Brad shook his head and said, "No! I won't for-forget! You...you can make wishes?! What? What happened? Jess?"

Jess squeaked a bit behind Sean, but the tall, pajamaed young man stayed between Jess and her former tormentor. Brad looked around, very confused before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his keys, "Sorry to bail babe. I have to go. See you guys later." Based on his reaction he forgot everything in the house, but still had remembered that he'd had a date with Jess tonight.

A few moments later the front door opened and shut, and Brad's Camero started as he pulled out of the driveway. As soon as he knew the danger was gone, he turned to Jess and helped her up off the floor.

As soon as she was on her feet Jess was in Sean's arms and sobbing. She was a complete wreck. Her mascara was ruined from the tears of fear she'd been crying. Her dress was all wrinkled and crumpled from being cowered in the corner for the last thirty minutes or so. Through it all though, her body had only grown more aroused, and her desire for an orgasm was so strong the world seemed fuzzy around her.

For his part Sean just held her tight and let her cry herself out of tears. As she was letting the last of them out, he easily lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the bathroom, into the hallway and back out towards the front of the house. With Jessica in his arms, he looked to the stairs and to the living room and then down to Jess, "Where do you want to go hun?"