Without missing a beat Lena continued. She grabbed a dirty plate from the coffee table by the sofa, dumping the dry pizza crusts onto the dirty floor. She motioned around the small, 1 bedroom appartment and said, "no ambition, no goals, no money." She set the empty plate on the coffee table, and slowly, deliberately, placed one foot after the other. "He is nice, I will give him that, and that got him to the edge of my bed." each footstep dropping seemed to resonate her points.
"Even being a poor, uninspired, dumb, lost soul, he could have had me." At this point Lena was right before the Genie, exuding sex appeal and confidence like I have never seen. Despite my predicament and knowing I was seconds away from never existing or being something I have never been before, I had a raging hard on.
Lena reached out her hand and gently caressed the Genie's prodtuding pectoral muscles and ripped abdominals. "If he was handsome and muscular and exuded health and masculinity." Lena twisted and took a step away, and I saw the Djinn shiver. He had already said we have similar taste in women.
Lena sauntered back over to the plate still trying to drive home a point. "He is a really nice guy..." She held the plate by the edge and it fell down, "but that alone wont support a relationship, or even be good enough for a one night stand."
"Two points, a good personality and something else... rich, sexy, handy, or ambitious..." she held up the plate with two fingers which immediately tried to topple over, "will get him a one night stand but overall, it will be fleeting."
"But if you want to see fireworks, love, lust and the whole shebang." she used her whole hand to support the plate evenly above her head. Her curvy body was accentuated by her posture and she looked like a goddess.
Finishing on a high note, all she said was, "I think I made my points." and she stepped out from under the plate which came falling to the ground and smashed into a million pieces on the floor. Lena didnt flinch as the sound echoed in the small room somehow burning the moment into my mind. When I remembered to breathe she was aready sitting in the recliner, legs crossed, staring at the genie...
as if to say, "your move."