Damon wanted Monica back. He loved her. Damon was also working on being honest with himself, that Monica does not want him. Damon took the small mirror back to the drawer in his bathroom. Damon thought about things to do and ways to change, but fought the urge to say anything, and left the bathroom to join the Genie, who was now sleeping on his couch. He sat in the armchair next to the couch and proceeded to dose off after his mind relaxed while watching a rerun.
Damon awoke several hours later, it was after midnight and he had work in the morning. He woke the Genie, who was startled at first, but he led her into his bedroom, and left her standing next to Monica's side of the bed. Damon undressed except for his underwear, and crawled into bed. Damon offered, "You can rest on top of the bedding or under the bedding, your choice." The Genie smiled and nodded, then layed on top of the bedding, quickly falling asleep.
Damon overslept and quickly got dressed for work later that morning. He turned to the Genie, who was still laying on the bed, "Please stay in the apartment or inside your lamp, your choice."
The Genie politely nodded, "Thank you, Master."
Damon had no time for the conversation to not call him "Master", and continued out the door, locking it behind him. Damon arrived just a few seconds late, and made it to his desk before several of the others had sat down. Damon was an insurance broker at a medium size agent in town, and paid good money. Damon was honest and did not try to "upsell" just because he could. That had cost him a few bonuses, but his customer satisfaction was best in the office among agents. Monica still weighed heavily on Damon's mind, so he threw himself into his work. He didn't think about Monica, the Genie, or lunch until the end of the day. He had a steady day of calls, which makes the time go fast. Damon looked at his phone, and there were no texts from Monica. "Dinner alone," he thought to himself. Then Damon made an order to a pizza place on the way back to his apartment, and tonight he would not be alone, Genie could have pizza if she wanted.
Damon was walking two is apartment, caring two pizzas when he passed by Sylvia's open apartment door. The pigsty apartment he had seen many times was now very tidy and clean. There was a very fancy competition road bicycle just inside the apartment door. Damon thought one of her kids stole it. "Sylvia, your door's open," shouted Damon to the open door.
A stocky, muscular woman who sort of resembled Sylvia, with broad shoulders and an athletic frame clad in the wettest look black spandex cycling skinsuit came out of the bedroom, "Thanks Damon, I was looking for my other bike shoe." Sylvia's hair was in a ponytail, as she grabbed the bike and set it outside the door while she locked her apartment up. Silvia saw Damon's pizza, "I'd love to share dinner, but I didn't ride this morning, and this body doesn't keep itself. I'm free Friday if you are."
Damon nodded, "Tonight is good for Pizza, and Friday is good, your place for Steak?"
Silvia smiles, "Perfect, Friday steak it is. I think I will take you up on that Pizza after my ride. You could join me if you get a bike." Silvia gives you a head to toe glance, and turns to push her bike out to the parking lot for her evening ride.
Damon watches, enjoying the view from the skinsuit that shows every curve, and her ass seems to be eating the suit, as it parts her ass in two. So, Silvia goes from worst neighbor to a health nut, who appears single. Sylvia exits Damon's viewing range, and Damon returns to the task of opening his door and getting the pizza on his kitchen counter.
You look around for Genie, who you find in your bathroom shower, turning the water on and off.
Genie smiles when she sees you, "Master, you live in a palace of magic."
Damon asks, "How long were you in that lamp?"
Genie exits your shower, instantly dry, and thinks, "I don't know. Time in the lamp is not the same outside. It was only a few moments for me. Thank you for letting me be outside the lamp, but I would like to stay in my lap instead of your bed Master."
Damon is reluctant, but wants the girl to be happy, "That is your choice Genie. Please join me for evening meal. I call it pizza."
Genie smiles, "What is this pizza?"
Damon directs Genie to the kitchen, not sure if the genie is ditzy or just really out of touch.