She brings you home

You're disoriented and blinded briefly, and when your vision clears, you realize you're standing in the living room of your house in Cocoa Beach, Florida, about halfway around the world from the aircraft carrier where you'd just been. You turn and see Jeannie standing next to you, smile on her face. You open your mouth to ask her a question when you hear a woman scream, "Oh, Tony!", followed by a series of moans.

The noise is coming from your bedroom. You put a finger to your lips and motion for Jeannie to stay put as you tiptoe in that direction.

As you round the corner into the hallway, you hear a familiar-sounding male voice grunt, "Oh, you're so hot!" You step through the doorway and see the naked back of a petite woman, her brown hair in a ponytail, straddling your best friend Roger as he thrusts into her. The moans you heard from the living room have turned into a series of breathy gasps.

You clear your throat loudly. The thrusting stops. Roger says, "Tony?!" The woman says, "What?", and then in one swift motion, disengages from Roger, kneels on the other side of the bed, and covers herself up in the bedsheet. Roger uses the same sheet to cover his lower half, his still-erect dick making a tent. "Uh, what are you doing here?" he asks.

"I'm asking you that!" you exclaim. "All I wanted you to do was water my plants, not -- not keep my bed warm!"

Roger stutters, "N-no, no, Tony, it's just that Livvie here wanted --"

She interrupts. "It's Olivia. And I thought you were Tony."

Roger turns to her. "Uh, ha ha, it's a funny story."

"Forget it," she says, grabbing the bedsheet as she gets up from the bed and storms out of the room.

"Come on, Livvie --" Roger calls after her, then covers his now-softening manhood with his hands as you look away. He tries to explain, "Come on, she wanted to meet an astronaut who had been to space, and I was just helping her fulfill a fantasy."

"But why did you have to use my house?!"

"Everything at my place has got 'Roger Healey' all over it."

You don't have any response to that. That's actually a reasonable explanation, and you have to admit you might have done the same thing if you'd been in Roger's position.

You see out of the corner of your eye that he's finally gotten out of bed and is picking a pile of clothes off the floor. He asks, "So what are you doing home so early? Didn't they just find you a few hours ago?"

You sigh, "It's a long story."

At that point, Jeannie walks into the room holding a bedsheet. "Master, a girl just handed me this as she left," she says. "What should I do with it?"

"Burn it," you snap, facetiously. Before you can stop her, Jeannie balls the sheet up and throws it in the air; it explodes into an orange fireball, but then disappears entirely, as if it had been a giant sheet of flash paper.

Dressed in a white undershirt, white boxers, and black socks, holding the rest of his Air **** uniform, Roger's jaw is hanging open. Finally, he manages to close it and asks, "Did she just call you 'Master'?"

"Yeah, that's part of the long story." You groan. "I just wish you weren't here for now."

You hear a "pop." Roger disappears. Jeannie's smiling again. It's obvious that she's very happy to grant wishes.