The hand Lena's using to hold the phone to her ear drops to her side, and she seems to be staring through you. She finally says, "Is -- is that a genie?"
"I think he prefers 'djinn,'" you say, "but --"
She turns her head slightly to look at you. "Wh-what did you wish for?"
"Nothing!" you insist.
The genie laughs again. "Another mortal who has believed the foolish legends! As I told your lover here, we are not bound to serve humans -- we only serve ourselves!
"He's not my lover," says Lena.
The genie's eyes narrow. "Not your lover? Are you a sister of Lesbos?"
"What? No, I'm not a lesbian. We're just friends from college," Lena insists.
"A man and a woman, friends, and yet you never made love?" the genie asks, a bit incredulously. "What ever could the problem be?"
Lena glances at you. "It's complicated," she says. "I mean, women don't just jump into bed with every guy they see --"
"No, of course not," interrupts the genie. "There are also grassy fields, haystacks, forest clearings -- even in this dwelling, I see a number of surfaces one could choose other than a bed."
Lena sighs quietly. "No, uh, for one thing, there's always a risk of STD's -- uh, sexually transmitted diseases."
"We had those in my time," says the genie. "Do you mean your advanced technology has not eliminated them yet? No matter, due to my completely charged power." He holds up his hands, once again crackling with electricity, and claps them together.
You open your eyes as Lena asks, "What just happened?"
"Much as I used my magic to make all females in the world resemble those seen in pornography, I have just used my magic to eliminate all sexually transmitted diseases! Now, you said that was but one thing. Pray tell, what else caused you to not make love to this man?"
You and Lena glance at each other. The genie definitely seems to be in a wish-granting mood, you realize, even a world-altering mood, so maybe if you say something quickly --