The mood in the lawyer’s office was somber. The young men, all college aged, were staring at their attorney. The attorney sat behind the desk, somber. He wore a dark suit and a blue tie. His graying blonde hair was neatly trimmed. His short beard was also streaked with gray.
“Look, men,” the lawyer said. “I think you should take the plea deal. The prosecutor is willing to downgrade to a misdemeanor. Ten nights in jail, spread over five weekends. A $10,000 fine each. Six months community service. You wrote an apology letter to every girl who was in the locker room when they caught you filming.”
The guys looked at each other. Jim Roger’s was agitated, his tousled blond hair shaggy on his head, his pale face covered with freckles and a bit of acne, his tshirt hanging loosely over his lanky frame. “This is bullshit,” he said. “All we did was try to prank them. We weren’t even being perverts. We let them know we were there before they took off their bras!”
“Yeah,” agreed Will Simms, a muscular white man with a shaved head. His face sharp and angular, his voice deep. “What are we even paying you for Mr. Bennett, no jail!”
“Look,” replied the lawyer. “Ive called in some favors for you. I know they’re laying it on hard but the DA really wants to make an example to all of the fraternities.”
“Isn’t that like malicious prosecution or something,” asked David Kim. His dark black hair pulled into a pony tail, his collared shirt loose on his frame. His olive skin glistening from nervous sweat.
The fourth boy simply stared at the ground, his reddish hair short, his face covered in acne. He was overweight and flabby. He was about to cry. “What do I tell my parents?” he sobbed.
“Don’t worry about your parents, Andy!” exclaimed the last boy. “I have a much better plan than this stupid plea deal.”
The lawyer looked at him, his eyebrow raised. “And what would that be Mark?”
Mark ran his hand through his curly brown hair, his hazel eyes twinkling. He stood up, an impressive 6’3” with a tight tshirt and joggers that showed off his extremely fit runners physique. “I’ve got a genie!”
The lawyer let out a momentary laugh but quickly stifled it. David and Will looked at Mark in confusion. Andy finally burst into tears. Mark just smiled and rubbed the lamp. The room filled with smoke. In shock, the other four boys and the lawyer stared at the beautiful Arabian woman floating in the air. “Welcome Master Mark,”she purred. “Know you have three wishes. The first you must make today. The second you will make in two weeks. And the final will come once the moon has passed two cycles from them. Wish wisely.”