Introduction:
Light poured in through George’s bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual.
He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn.
But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true.
The realization that she didn’t exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had.
Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy.
He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him.
Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn’t supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music.
He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn’t have done the voice justice.
He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself.
She was wearing one of George’s white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George’s boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top.
Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George’s presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang.
Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn’t believe she was real, his mind couldn’t grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy.
He didn’t know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face.
“I uh, I wasn’t listening or anything,” he stammered, “I was just um, on my way to the kitc…”
Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn’t think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back.
Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, “Good mor … I mean afternoon Master.”
He was still reeling from all that had transpired. “Are … are you real?” he pleaded.
She gave him another sweet kiss, “This feels real to me, Master.”
“Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?” said George.
She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, “I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you.”
He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant…”
“You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?” she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. “No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you.”
He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. “Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George.”
“I am sorry Ma … I mean George,” she rolled her eyes at her blunder. “It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave.”
“Do you really believe that you are a slave?” he asked.
“Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant.”
George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn’t sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn’t want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko.
He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn,” he said as he stroked her silky hair, “I’ve never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren’t going to disappear…”
“I will not,” she said quickly.
“I believe you,” he amended, “Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I’m sorry if I’m not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn’t live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don’t deserve to, ignore it, because it’s wrong. Okay?”
Dawn didn’t answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together.
Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. “What did you say, Dawn?” he asked.
Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn’t make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere.
She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. “Wait Dawn, don’t say it.”
“Why not?” she whispered.
“I … I don’t know. I’m just … not ready for that.”
She looked down and nodded. “Very well. Um … would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George.”
“I don’t really mind if you call me Master, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too.”
“Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George,” she whined.
He shrugged. “Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It’s not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master.”
She gave him a sudden quick kiss.
George couldn’t suppress a grin. “What was that for,” he asked.
“That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of.”
He scratched his head nervously, “I guess. I mean, it’s no big deal, really.”
“As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless.”
“Alright well, I’m starving. Let’s get some breakf … I mean lunch.” They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor.
While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn’s outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn’t help but get hard again.
“By the way, I love your outfit,” said George.
Her expression brightened immediately, “I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies.”
George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. “Well, I’ll admit that I’ve been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind.”
She gasped in mock astonishment, “You mean this behind?” She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn’t know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. “You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you.”
George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn’t deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips.
She gave him another playful gasp. “Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong.”
George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers.
“Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl’s sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man’s clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!”
“You mean the only night of your life,” added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down.
“But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?” She was really hamming it up, but she didn’t move.
George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. “You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don’t think you are nearly as innocent as you say.”
George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. “No, no! What would her … parents think! They worked … so hard … to raise her right! She … is a good girl … oh!” She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out.
As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, “So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She … she…” She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn’t been holding her hips tightly.
He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. “Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!”
George couldn’t take any more. He didn’t know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him.
Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things.
“So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?” asked George.
“I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch,” said Dawn smiling.
“Oh really?” he grinned.
She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, “Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever.”
He kissed her, “Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!” He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become.
“Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross?
He felt the tingle again. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don’t want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly.”
“Aww, a shower sounds like fun,” she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on.
“Have I told yet how amazing you are?” he asked.
“Not today,” she said sweetly.
“Well come on, I’ll tell you over lunch.” He stood up first and then helped her to her feet.
George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn’t joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing.
Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff.
As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop.
When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George’s awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him.
Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn’t peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her.
After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why.
Dawn’s curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George’s side. “Can I help?” she asked happily.
“Sure, babe,” he handed her a large plastic spoon, “stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone.”
“Okay. Babe,” she said heavily.
“Oh sorry,” he laughed nervously, “That just sort of slipped out. My … nothing, sorry.”
“It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, its not important,” he said shortly.
“Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!” said Dawn in mock anguish.
“Well, it’s just … my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think.”
“Oh,” she said in quiet astonishment. “What did your Mother call him?”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair.” She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. “You see George, the rebellion begins.”
“Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff.”
Dawn brightened, “Aww, they sound cute together.”
“Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her.”
“That is so romantic!” she squealed. “Now I know where you get it from.”
“Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame.”
“Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that.”
“She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it.” He flipped the chicken, “Good times, good times.”
“George.”
“Yeah Dawn?”
“You can call me babe if you want to.”
George’s stomach did a back flip. He wasn’t use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject.
“So where did that little role play come from?” he asked.
Dawn said, “It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?”
“Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was … hot.”
She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, “I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of.”
“Well that doesn’t sound that surprising,” said George, “you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient.”
“Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore … Oh, sorry, pardon my language.”
George laughed and said, “Liking sex doesn’t make you a whore.”
“It doesn’t?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you’ve done is use sex to show affection. If that’s not the most noble usage of sex, then I don’t know what is.”
“That is true I suppose. Thank you George.” She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. “Besides, I already have what I want.”
Dawn continued, “The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children.”
“Well, like I said, I haven’t ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities.” Suddenly he realized that they hadn’t taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. “Can you … uh … you know?”
“Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well.”
“What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?” George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn’t quite sure how to ask about them.
“Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry.” She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. “Where should I start?” she thought out loud.
“Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you’re really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you’re smoking hot. Other than that, I’m pretty much in the dark. Why don’t you just start at the beginning and we’ll go from there.”
“Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start.” She added laughing, “And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?”
“The beginning.”
“Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son.”
“Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you’re a dude?” he asked worried.
“No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist.”
“Are you sure?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well I was…” she dragged out, “but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like.” She adopted a playful grin.
George wasn’t really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt.
She gasped, “Hey mister! Those are mine,” she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him.
“Nuh uh, they’re mine. You’re just holding them for me,” he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him.
“H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles,” she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck.
George was enjoying they’re closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. “Mmm,” she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George’s dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles.
After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, “I really like this. I like being here with you, like this.”
“Me too,” was all he could manage.
Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. “So? Are you satisfied?” she asked with a smile.
“Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy.”
“Well that is a relief,” she said jokingly.
The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over.
Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. “Chicken’s done. How are those noodles coming?”
“Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?” she asked.
They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they’re faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George’s stomach did another back-flip.
“Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I’ll add the chicken.”
The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George’s amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before.
“Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?”
Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. “It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?” asked Dawn.
George was slightly alarmed. He’d have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. “Uh, boy,” he said finally.
“Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley.”
“That’s terrible,” said George somberly.
“Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long.
Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer’s wife.
She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother’s plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine.”
“Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of,” marveled George. “So, what did she wish for?” He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn’s tale.
Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. “She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live.”
George was taken aback. “Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?”
Dawn nodded.
“That’s … that’s awesome,” he said quietly.
“When the Major Genie heard my mother’s wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return.
As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother’s tar.”
“And you think, that I’m that person?”
She nodded.
George didn’t know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn’s story, and her mother’s wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn’s vessel.
He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. “George, what are you thinking?”
“I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake.”
Appalled, she asked, “Why would you say that, George?”
“Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I’m not anyone special. I’m just, just…”
“Just George.”
“Yeah.”
“And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute.”
“I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I’ve never been particularly courageous or adventurous.”
“I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel.”
George sighed, “You may not believe this Dawn, but I’m kind of a loser. I wasn’t on the honor roll, I wasn’t captain of the football team, I’ve never left the country, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Hell, I’ve only had one friend in my entire life.”
“All those things may be true, but that doesn’t make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser.”
“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”
She laughed. “You got me there.”
George still wasn’t convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn’t like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. “So, what happened to your mother?”
“I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere.” She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look.
“Do you miss her?” asked George.
Continues…

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