A magic lamp

Dirk pulled a small, battered lamp from the magic bag. It looked cheap and tacky, the kind of nasty souvenir that could be found ten-a-penny on the Akn-Reibar markets.

The effect on Eilwy was astonishing though. "No!" She gasped, kicking and fighting him with renewed energy. She managed to get a sharp kick in to his balls, making Dirk cry out and drop the lamp. His grip weakened on her enough that she managed to squirm free, and she lunged for the lamp.

Dirk got there first, scooping it into the air and, in the process, rubbing it.

Time seemed to freeze. The forest stilled. A leaf, drifting through the air on its way to the floor, slowed and hung unnaturally still in the air. There was no breeze. And Eilwy was frozen in her lunge, her robe hanging in a most unusual way.

The only person who didn't seem to be frozen was Dirk.

"Whoa," he said. "Its a magic time freezing lamp!"

Someone, or something, cleared its throat disapprovingly behind him. Dirk's heart sank. Of course, there had no way it would be that straightforward.

He turned to see the strangest sight. Stood in front of him, in a small cloud of blue smoke, was a beautiful raven haired woman. She wore the outfit of an exotic eastern dancer made from gold chains and thin purple cloth that barely covered her modesty and left lots of smooth flesh on display. She held a purple veil over her mouth.

"Are you the one that freed me?" She asked, in a low and musical voice.

Dirk swallowed. Was this good or bad? How should he answer?

"....yes?" He said, finally. "That was me."

The lady gave a deep bow. "Then you have my gratitude, mortal. I had had quite enough of travelling around in that bag with that female mortal's underthings. I am Mariam. I am a genie, as you may have guessed. And as you have freed me from my prison, I now owe you three wishes. You may ask for them now, or call me in the future, as you prefer. Think carefully before you ask for them."

Dirk opened his mouth excitedly.

"No, don't wish for more wishes," Mariam said irritably, holding her hand up. "Just don't. It doesn't work like that."

Dirk shut his mouth again, pondering. This would be more difficult than he'd thought. Then he looked down at Eilwy, who he had momentarily forgotten about in all the excitement. She was still frozen in her lunge. By the Gods, she's so hot, he thought.

An idea occured to him.