BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! the phone rang for the fourth time, Pat told Drake to ignore it and keep licking her.
"Pat! Pick up! Where are you? You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago!" sounded Pat's annoyed Boss.
"Darn! Stop, Drake. I'd better go in, but first," Pat said sitting up, and climbing out of bed. She walked over to the lamp, and picked it up and rubbed it.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Drake kneeling dutifully next to his mistress' bed.
"Yes, Mistress," said the genie appearing in a cloud of smoke.
"I could get used to this "Yes, Mistress," thing. Genie, I wish that my boss, and heck everyone who meets me will excuse me from being late, and except my suggestions as the right ones."
"Yes, Mistress, most interesting possibilities. It is done."
"Okay, Drake, come into the bathroom, and to wash me. Then you'll dress me, and well, I can hardly take you to work with me. I know."
After Drake had performed his duties, and before Pat drove to work, she phoned Terry her landscape man.
"Hi Terry, I've got some heavy labor from a friend to help you clear those stumps and rocks from the backyard. He's a bodybuilder, a real hulk of a guy, and can probably do the work of three men. Yeah, if you can come over this afternoon that would be great. Drake will do whatever you want him to." CLICK. "Okay, Drake, you heard me, put on some shorts and boots, and be out back waiting for Terry and his crew. And you have to do whatever they tell you. I can't believe I'm finally going to get my backyard relandscaped, finally."
"Yes, Mistress."