It was November 1, 1962. The Cuban Missile Crisis was over and it would be more than a year before President Kennedy would be assassinated. The Genie
picked this time because it was one where she remembered her master felt very happy in. And he especially liked visiting this club, though his was not in this city.
The Genie walked up and entered the door.
"Wow!" said a man inside who had just handed his coat to the coat check girl. "Do you work here?!"
"I hope to," said the Genie. She walked up and asked the coat check girl where she went to apply. The girl told her and the Genie walked toward the back, not
noticing the stares that followed her, both lustful and envious. The Genie entered the door the coat check girl had told her about. She met a slightly middle-aged
woman there.
"I'm -- Jeannie Masters," said The Genie. "And I want to be a bunny."