Kissing the Lass Kicker’s ass when she’s in a bad mood didn’t seem wise.“Clive?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.“I didn’...;t choose it, ma’am.”“What’s your background?” This was better.“Muay Thai, Taekwondo, and Soo Bahk Doh,” I responded flatly.“Well shit, Trip, you got me a real fighter. Explains the flat cap, vest, and rolled up sleeves,” she noted with a hint of a smile as she flicked the brim of my wool hat.“Unless you actively looking for me, you. "You know, except for Rhonda that one last time before she got infatuated with that bimbo, I haven't been to bed with a woman since you. I kind of miss it."She looked at Laura with limpid, throbbing eyes, her mouth sensual and inviting. Laura looked at her lips, and into her eyes. It would be all night with Sholandra. But nothing could make Laura refuse."You want a glass of wine?" she asked."I want a glass of you."Laura smiled. "You always come right to the point."They kissed, using a lot of. Wish 2, I want Jim to always love me. Wish 3, I want to swap places with Jim. The genie asked him if he was sure, that he really wanted to make those wishes, he had answered that he did, and asked if he could make it start when he wanted, and make the change slow enough for us both to know what is happening. John had waited a long time for the right conditions, Jim was rarely on his own. He said the word, and the change began, Jim stood, and watched, as Johns shape changed, his hair. So if you are put off by a realistic story this probably won’t be for you. This story is true, the original individuals gave permission for their story to be told. All names identifying characteristics have been change to protect the identity of those people. Their story contains: foul language, sexual abuse, verbal abuse, mental abuse, and sexual acts. Reader be warned. I haven’t been able to use an editor recently so please forgive any errors. As always please enjoy, please feel free to vote.