"Er, no thanks." replied the youth whose name was Donnnie as he walked by "I'm sorta in a bit of a hurry."
"You don't want to be with me?"
"Er, what?" Donnie was taken aback. "I really am in a hurry. I gotta go, er, sorry."
Genie's face turned sour. How could any man resist the phenomenal form she was wearing. How could he dare! He would love Genie, she would see to it!
"We'll just see about that!" she growled...