"Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up!" You cut her off before she can begin her explanation. "I don't want to know."
The genie's eyes widen and her jaw drops. "You... don't? Why not?" She asked.
"Well, for one, I've seen enough stuff about genies to know you're either malicious and will turn what I wish for into something bad, or too literal and won't give me what I wish for anyway." You've seen your fair share of movies with wishes in it and such.
You put up a hand to keep her from talking. "Of course, you could be a benevolent genie that would grant my heartfelt desires exactly as I want them. However, if you were one of those malicious genies, you'd say you benevolent just to trick me into making wishes so you could twist them, so I can't really take you at your word either."
You think for a moment. You've got a genie in your grandfather's attic who you won't dare to make a wish with. She is a beautiful woman who could probably look like anything or anyone she wanted, but now she looks like an thin Egyptian woman with long black slightly wavy hair, a bust human women would kill for, and a nice round butt most guys would drool over. She was wearing a simple, white, yet elegant Egyptian dress. It gave you an idea of just how old she might be.
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