"I thought..." She began, intending to say she'd expected Terry to kiss her.But Terry did, in fact, kiss her then, more forcibly than before, and the ...feel of her lips provided Mora with a completely different set of sensations than those light flickering touches had. There was a kind of wild rush, a fluttering in her belly. Terry's fingers dug into her cheeks, and Mora felt as if she wanted Terry to claw at her face. To savage her mouth... but couldn't fathom the reasons behind her wants.... I smoked cigarettes now. I think that conveyed something about who I was.I know most people hate that habit; I was perfectly happy not being asmoker before the transformation. I started just because, I guess. Iknow it relaxed me. But, there came one morning when I first felt itsgentle craving. Somehow that feeling seemed to intermingle with all thenew sensations I was experiencing. I'm very aware of that need now, thatdesire, and how my cigarettes can quell that feeling.Maybe smoking. I froze. I was just behind them but was probablyblocked by the next counter which was already closed.My heart was beating fast and my mind was wonderingwhat to do. The tequila and beer in my blood wanted meto watch what depravity they were going to perform onmy drunken wife…and my head wanted me to interveneand stop them. I would have stopped them but I felt Gary’s hand on myshoulder and heard his lustful whisper in my ears,“Fuck man, you lucky sod, your wife’s. A huge swarthyfigure, only somewhat lighter in color than the smoke hadbeen, stood there, naked from the waist up, except for aturban and earrings, clad in red silk pantaloons andslippers with turned-up toes. A genie, no doubt."Ho, mortal! You have freed a djinn." OK, a purist. "Forthat, I shall grant thee a wish of thy desire." Not three wishes?" I asked."Be content with one, which is more than most mortals get intheir lives. Consider thyself lucky to get even one afterinflicting on me.