This choice: A Genie in a Lamp, Like in "Aladdin" • Go Back...Chapter #4A Genie Named Jim on the Beach by: Theday   It was a nice summer day and you were rocking your new summer clothes down at the dunes by the sea. You got a great deal on some white beach shorts and matching white button up (which you had open) and your pastel pink shirt. You taking a walk on the dunes when you saw a group of your classmates on the horizon. You sighed. It was summer break and you were doing so well with avoiding anyone to bug you besides your big gruff trucker dad. You put your hands in your white shorts pocket and put your head down and continued to walk hoping they would pass without incident.
As they got closer you started to sweat a bit because you could tell that it was the popular crowd with a few jocks and cheerleader types. You sighed and kept walking and suddenly stubbed your toe on something and went flying into the sand.
"Holy shit, did you see that?!" shouted Josh, the blond hair crew cut football jock wearing some obnoxious sunglasses and just wearing some beach shorts.
"Yeah, he even falls gay!" came another jock.
"Yeah, limp wrists and all!"
You sit up and wipe the sand off your face and shirt as the group passes you by. You turn to see what you tripped on and see a glint of metal poking out from the sand. You wondered what was buried under the sand, the beach has had a few treasures found on it over the years. You wonder what it could be.
You shuffle over and dig into the sand and dig out a rusted looking lamp.
"Oh," you sigh and give it a shake and open it up and dump the sand out of it. You can see an inscription is written on it and give it a rub with your t-shirt which causes it to vibrate, shake and spit out smoke.
"What the hell?" you shriek and drop the lamp and see the smoke continue to billow out. The smoke slowly becomes human shape and fills in and soon a big black man with pointy ears steps out wearing nothing but some golden wrist bands. He's very tall and looks like he could bench press you and... oh. He doesn't have a dick!
The big black dickless man in front of you says something that you don't under stand.
"What?" you ask looking up at the man.
"Oh, English," says the man with a deep thick voice," Ok, rusty... Hello. What year is it?"
"2023," you answer.
"A.D, right?" the man asks for clarification.
"Yeah," you nod.
"Uh, 500 years or so," he says and looks over at the ocean while giving you a profile view of his amazing body.
"Who are you?" you ask still startled.
"Oh me, just a genie named... Jim, yeah, Jim," he introduces.
"A genie, from the lamp? Like those stories?" you say surprised.
"Yeah, like those stories, except... " Jim stops and holds his hands out and says," Ok... electromagnetic signals transmissions... Except I don't have blue skin."
"Could you...?" you ask.
"I suppose, but I don't want to look like one of those... Avatar smurfy cats," Jim says.
"Wow, you learn fast," you say.
"Yeah, it's a gift," Jim says and sees that you are still staring at him," Oh, yeah, clothes. You humans like to be clothed."
Jim snaps his fingers and a ring of sparks appears on the ground and rises up and soon he's dressed in some cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, and some sleek sunglasses. He walks over to you and offers his large hand," Here."
You take his hand and he pulls you up with no effort and you realize he's well over six feet tall, maybe closer to 6'6", making your 5'8" seem teenie in comparison.
"Thanks," you say and take a little whiff of his scent to see it smells like a middle eastern spice market. Rich, lavish and layered.
"Since you freed me I am at your service," Jim says towering above you," But you know, wishes and you know, be careful, you only get three a month."
"Three a month?"
"Three a month, got one ready now?" Jim asks.
"Ummm... sure," you say.
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