How could she not see how wonderful she was? She was the perfect woman in every way, and he didn’t mean her body alone. Her personality, and the act...ions she’d performed to back up his belief in her were strong testaments of why he would love her.“You may be right,” she said in a tone that told him she still doubted. He opened his mouth to convince her, but she held up her hand. “I’ll think about it, Eldon. For now, just give me that. I do care about you. More than I probably should. No, don’t. " It was as though we were both in junior high school, playing adolescent games.We continued to talk, but the conversation began to become more adult - more serious. All of a sudden, the jets stopped blowing and the water calmed. I was torn between leaving the water still, or getting out of the tub and reactivating the turbulence. I decided to not be TOO obvious, and said, "I'll turn 'em back on!" I then stood up, and began to pull down the leg to my trunks. "Oh, don't do THAT - I like the idea. “How come you’re not saying anything?” Mark was 21, and with his shaggy brown hair and freckles, he looked a bit younger. Aside from his sarcasm and impatience, he was an appealing if nondescript young man. “Cat got your fucking tongue?”“If you ask me to ‘fold the clothes,’ I might try to do so. If you say, ‘I wish for all the clothes to get folded,’ and we then confirm that such is your actual wish, you’ll get a response.”“Ok, Genie, I wish for all these clothes to get folded and put on my. Shit, this has got to stop, I can’t be walking around my house with a hard on. I get up to go to the washroom and put to this in its place.“Anybody want more drinks?” I ask. I feel like a fucking waiter now but anything’s better than sitting there, looking at my parents groping each other and getting a hard on. People need a few refills, dad hands me his glass and wants another drink. “Thanks son, you’re the man.”“Here, let me help you Mark, you’ve got too many drinks to take down, you’ll make.