Drake could tell it was getting dark and then he heard the front door being opened.
'Thank God' he thought, 'I had totally forgotten my ex-Girlfriend Melissa was coming over to collect some of her stuff; hopefully she'll figure out what's going on.'
Just then Melissa walked in and quite understandably stopped in her tracks. What confronted her was Drake, yet all she saw was the whitish-gray form of a huge grinning bodybuilder standing mid-pose on a plinth like some Greek statue, only on steroids. She walked over to take a closer look and then it dawned on her that was Drake's face.
'This is just weird and a bit egotistical' she said to herself, 'why the hell would Drake have a huge statue of himself in his living room?'
Just then she noticed the lamp and took a look at that. She picked it up and saw the strange inscriptions on the side, but couldn't work them quite out (she'd studied archeology in college a knew a bit of Persian). She rubbed the lamp to see if she could read what was said.
If she thought the statue of Drake was weird she now got the shock of her life. Baldesar the Jinn emerged from his lamp amid a plume of white smoke.
'I am Baldesar the Jinn. I can alter the minds and bodies of anyone. What is your desire, mistress?'
Unlike Drake, who Melissa never thought being particularly strong in the brain's department, she immediately realized one of Drake's wishes had somehow backfired, but just to be sure she wished to know why there was a giant statue of drake in his living room.
'It is done' said the Jinn and Melissa knew the whole story.
'My god, you are dumb...how did I ever fall for you' said Melissa.
'Thank god she's realized' thought Drake 'trust Melissa to work it out.' Just then he felt he soft warm hand on his over-sized chest. This was a shock to him since he had cooled down to room temperature and her hand actually felt hot against the hard, unyielding stone of his pecs. She then began to gradually work her way down to his crotch. Drake's mind surged with erotic sensation as Melissa continued to do what she pleased all over his body. Melissa continued with her teasing touches and although Drake was begging for some release from the agonizing ecstasy all he could do was stand there and grin. Then abruptly she stopped.
'Right, down to business' she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
'This is it, freedom here I come' Drake thought to himself.
'I should set you free...but over the last hour I've been thinking over things, how you always had to be number 1 in the relationship, and how I caught you fucking that blond hooker. Well if you can put a price tag on our relationship so can I.'
Drake's mind was reeling and dreading what she had in mind.
'Jinn, I wish, except for me and Drake himself, no one knew of his existence' she commanded.
'Done' replied Baldesar.
'You see I have plans for you. I have a friend, Karen. You met her last Christmas; she's the artist with the breasts you constantly stared at. Well I'm going to sell you to her. I should make a tidy sum. You're going to spend eternity being admired, doesn't that sound like fun.'
All the statue did was look back and grin.