The Genie and the Ginsen (Closed for myself and Homerun2611

[victoria_cummings]

As the sun was setting on another day in Egypt, Pharaoh Eseem was finishing up for the day as he just settled a land dispute between two farmers. The Pharaoh's body was weathered by age and struck by mysterious disease that none of his healer’s could figure out what was plaguing him. As he went to get up from his throne, he started to have a coughing fit. As this happened a woman about his age came up and helped him onto her shoulder.

“I think... I’ll call it an early evening. I’ll have advisor Estelle escort me to my bed chambers.” The Pharaoh said as he leaned on the elder woman for support. She just nodded and smiled into his calm caring brown eyes.

As she lead to his bedchambers, the elder woman whispered to him. “You know I hate seeing you this way Master, why not let me help you?”

It was at this time they were in the privacy of the bedchamber that the door was locked behind them and the elder woman dropped the guise of an elder woman wearing advisor robes, to a woman about half his age now, dressed more like a harem girl or a belly dancer. She placed him onto the bed and started to undress him. That is when he spoke up.

“Girl you know I live to serve the gods. It would be a slight against them to use your magic to make me better or return and expand my youth as you’ve stated over and over again. If Anubis says its my time to go, who am I to deny him that?”

The woman let out a sigh of frustration with his answer. Deep down she knew the truth of what he considered gods, but never had the heart to tell him the truth as his faith was so deep that he never seemed to be let down by anything, always having such a calm demeanor when going about anything.

“Master I think….” Before she could finish, he placed a finger on her lips to silence her.

“Girl, I think it’s time I had a rest. You need rest too.” The Pharaoh said in an authoritative yet still gentle manner, reclining back on stack of pillows. The last thing he did was take off a jade ring that he always seen wearing, never once having it leave his sight, and put in a smalled wooden carved box. This catches the young looking woman off caught, but what follows is more surprising.

As soon as Eseem’s eyes close, the guise of belly dance drops, revealing her true form of a naked blue skinned humanoid wearing only golden collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, both full buxom breast pierced with nipple rings. Black hair tied into a high ponytail. Unable to react the ankle cuffs pulled together as if magnetically or some other stronger force, while her arms were pulled back at an angle pulling her shoulders back with her wrist clasped behind her back. Wax plugs were inserted into her ears, her mouth a wooden bit appeared locked behind her head, and black cloth tied tightly around her eyes blocking out any light. To top all this off cloth bandages start to wrap themselves around her in the similar fashion as burial mummification. Once she was all mummified she was sucked back into the ring she was kept in, unable to free herself from these circumstances.

The next morning, it was an hour or more after sunrise and no one around the Pharaoh’s palace had seen or heard from him, which was unusual as he was an early riser no matter what the situation or health. When his head guard they found the door to be locked.

“Guys get this door open, bust it open if you have to. Wasn’t Advisor Estelle with him last night? Where is she? Someone go find her, we need answers.”

So the guards scramble around the palace to try to find Estelle but could never find her. When they did get into the Pharaoh's bedchambers they found him dead and came to the conclusion that Estelle murdered him and escaped during the night. They also made a note that when they think about it, they have never seen Estelle around the palace at night as they recall.

Without any luck finding their culprit they proceed with the burial where body of Eseem and his genie laid in burial until a British excavation team dug up the tomb centuries later. The body and several possessions are flown over to London where they await examination where the box sits on curator Henry Sebastian Montgomery to be examined.

 

[Homerun2611]

Dr. Henry Sebastian Montgomery was an acclaimed archaeologist, in fact the London Museum of Ancient History's ancient Egypt and Rome collection was nearly 1/3 filled with the results of excavations he had once led. Yet as he went into the back of the mausoleum like museum, he did not feel much like the swashbuckling renegade who had cultivated those buried treasures.

Hank Montgomery, was sixty two, and was now the caretaker of the bounties he had harvested. The years had taken their toll as had the lifestyle he had robustly enjoyed. Today he was, well, a grumpy old man. Oh, he knew his stuff, and he was excited to see what had just been shipped to his museum. It was actually a trip he had led, nearly twenty years earlier. But only when he had recently taken inventory did he realize that the warehouse he had sent these items to, just outside Cairo, had never forwarded them back here. So now, for the first time in years, did he have a bit of that old adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He remembered the trip, it was the last one he had taken. Of course, the ten years after that were a bit of a blur. They had begun the excavation in a buried site nearly 30 miles from the captital of Egypt. It had taken Henry nearly four years to pinpoint the location of the kingdom of Pharaoh Eseem. The ancient palace and Garden had been built by the Pharaoh, and later inhabited by his son and grandson, before the eruption of the Placidios volcano had laid it all to ash and ruin.

The volcano itself had destroyed most of the buildings and temples, but the burial tombs and their treasures had proven to be largely in tact. Katherine had come out to meet him, they had been married ten years, and she was the love of his life. Their son Charles was with them, and Henry had wanted to share with them the revelation of one of his greatest triumphs. He had not seen them walk off as he was speaking with a reporter, for if he had he could have warned them, but instead, his son, naturally curious had taken his lovely mother's hand and led her to the long stairs leading down to the burial enclosures.

"Where is Katherine?" He had asked, assuming she would be right behind him. The reporter pointed back over his shoulder and with that Henry took off at a sprint. The burial grounds could not be investigated without masks, for they were protected with deadly gasses. Henry's only solace was those he loved most dear had died painlessly and quickly.

The next ten years were a drunken blur, and only the offering of this job had rescued him from further ruin. His passion for almost everything died that day, and only after all of this time, was he able to face the items he had excavated. Opening the tomb of the Pharaoh himself, he noticed the dust covered box and inside the ring. Even before opening he could feel an aura and knew that it contained some kind of magic.

There was a day, he might have been careful but that day was long past. What was the worst thing that could happen, it killed him? Perhaps then he might be reunited with his Katherine and his son. He wished he believed in God, he really did. Instead he opened it, and saw the ring. Without even thinking he slid it on his finger, and then wide eyed he saw the smoke emerging from within its housing...

 

[victoria_cummings]

As smoke poured out of the ring, at first it looked like it could have been toxic, but in reality it seemed harmless, not even setting off the fire suppression system of his office. What he found in front of was some sort of mummified figure in front of him. This was a sight to behold for sure as his instincts were running wild what laid before him.

As he looked down closer, due to how tight of the wrappings around the figure, it had a feminine shape. Also he could tell despite how tight the wrappings were, that this figure was also breathing even by all rights they shouldn’t. None of this wouldn’t make sense to a logical mind.

As he continued to study the mummified genie, suddenly hieroglyphs started to appear on the bandages that surrounded this entity. A few seconds pass, the writing shifts and forms into English. The following is what reads in text across the mummified woman.

“Greetings, if you are able to read this, you have found my pet and already started to form a bond with her making you a Ginsen. As you have noticed, I have put an incantation on her that would seal her in her ring and make her useless to any unscrupulous people who may attain her ring after my passing. Since by now in this far reading this your bond has already started which will allow the bandages to start harmlessly dissolve by themselves, but the act of helping to free her will help strengthen your bond faster. May the two of you have a happy life together my fellow Ginsen.”

As one would finish the passage, one would notice tiny micro movements as indeed the wrappings start to dissolve.

 

[Homerun2611]

As the gas and smoke released, it was as if Henry welcomed it, a fitting end to a successful but tormented life. It was somehow wholly fitting and appropriate that this would be his demise. Yet, it only took a few seconds to realize that this was not lethal and in fact something quite unique and spectacular. He had heard legends of such, and given the many legends and quasi supernatural occurrences he had encountered, he had never ruled it out as a possibility.

Yet, as the hieroglyphs formed he was straining to take in their understanding. "Damn!" he muttered, a bit ashamed he could no longer decipher what had once been so easy. Yet it was as fi whoever had fashioned this incantation anticipated his inadequacy, and the words began to appear in his native tongue, English. Henry stumbled back, "How could this be? Am I dreaming?" It was and he wasn't. He took a seat on a nearby stool and began reading. He also noticed as soon as he comprehended and read the words softly allowed, they disappeared. This message was intended for one, him!

"Ginsen..." While not familiar with the exact term, he took it that her master had set this being adrift and it was a woman, a pet, but cherished. She had clearly been bound by magic and somehow the charm had detected something within Henry that gave him comfort. Henry chuckled, "I would have thought that you, Mr. Ginsen might have had a higher standard than a lonely old man." It was a self deprecating description of himself, but it had been a long while since Henry had looked in the mirror and really liked or admired the image looking back. In fact since that fateful day, he couldn't remember once.

"...but the act of helping to free her will help strengthen your bond faster." While Henry might be cantankerous and wanting to keep to himself, he could even be considered a recluse, he had not lost his manners. So, without thought, he began to weave his fingers into the wrappings, finding offerings and helping to release whatever was held inside.

Slowly but surely the layers cleared and soon Henry was face to face with the shapely figure held within. The face was the last piece to be revealed, not by intent, but due to the fact of how the wrappings were organized. Finally standing in front of him was a lovely, shapely, most definitely BLUE woman! He feared she might be dying, but that was impossible. He knew of only one source of bluish skin and that was oxygen deprivation, but was this being actually alive?

She appeared to be breathing, and despite his naturally grumpy disposition he actually smiled. How did one address a genie? Henry had no earthly idea. So as was his nature he gave her a little bow and held out his hand, "Dr. Henry Sebastian Montgomery, pleased to make your acquaintance..."

 

[victoria_cummings]

Even though it was centuries of containment, it only felt like seconds from her getting sealed up, to her lying on the floor. As she lay on the floor, she felt pressure start to lift off her flesh and blood form. She felt the bandages start to come undone from her feet working up her body. She started to feel her skin get colder as the wraps come off and the general climate seemed colder than what she was used to.

Once the bandages were free from her head, she blinked a bit and took in her surroundings, her wrist and ankles no longer stuck together as well. Realizing what had happened she shut her eyes again, realizing this day would come and that she had a new ginsen. She quickly hid her sadness when the man offered his hand to help her up. The first words out mouth were.

“tahiati syd” Which she then listened to him introduce himself, all this time her brain was processing centuries of information being dumped into her head at once. Once she heard him say one sentence in English, it was like a switch.

“My apologies Master, the word has changed since…..since.” She trails off as she hadn’t had time to fully grieve the death of her former Pharaoh. She took a bit to compose herself. “Since my last Ginsen. How may I be of service?”

The naked blue humanoid bowed in front of him before getting a good look over. Once finally give him a look over, for a quick second there was a quick look of disappointment noticing his age before quickly being able to switch it back to a more submissive neutral tone. Then Dr. Montgomery swears he hears her say the following, despite her not moving lips and more in his head.

“Great of all my luck in the cosmos, my next ginsen is old as well. Guess not get too attached to this one so it will be easier to move on to the next, hopefully next one will be young enough to get some enjoyment out of. Unless.”

She doesn’t finish that thought which didn’t realize a telepathic link seemed to already get established between them already.

 

[Homerun2611]

As Henry watched her acclimate herself he was intrigued. Who had left the message, who had been her prior ginsen? Every fibre of his being was fascinated by history, and here in front of him just might be a real life history book, but of what and when?

It had been so long since Henry had looked at a woman and thought of her in any other way than an acquaintance, at most a distant friend, that he didn't even let the prospect that this new relationship that had just been thrust upon him, could be sexual.

Yet, she was beautiful, blue, but beautiful. What had the years done to him, but he knew, it had hardened his heart, and removed what had once been the strongest of passion. He had married Katherine late, meeting her at 31, married within two weeks, and faithful ever since, before and post her death. Celibacy had not been a conscious choice, simply a result of not finding anyone who made him feel any of the things she once did.

But as he heard the thoughts of his "pet" he was a bit offended. There had been a day, many days, he had been quite the rake, bedding more beautiful women than many rock stars. Coeds had flocked to him and he had gladly taken all comers with a voracious and adventurous sexual appetite.

Henry turned and stared at the young woman, "I am sorry you are disappointed, that you do not find me appealing, perhaps there has been a mistake and I was not meant to be your Ginsen, or perhaps, you have judged me too early, for there are many aspects to a man other than age."

Henry looked down and reached down to help her up, and as he did she would sense the remarkable strength of the man under the baggy clothes, the man who worked out religiously and ate a strict diet. "Please understand how new this is to me....perhaps hit would be helpful if you helped me understand how you might be of service and...how did you put it, some idea of the type of enjoyment you seek?"

 

[victoria_cummings]

The naked blue female standing in front of him was stunned that there had been a psychic link established between them so fast that he heard her complaints about him. It been thousands of years since she had used her abilities, so just waking up from that form or stasis made her a bit careless of her self control. She closed off her side of the link for now so no more random thoughts would leak out head. She bowed her head as she spoke next.

“I do apologise Dr. Henry Sebastian Montgomery, I did not mean to offend you. It just I watched my last Ginsen suffer in last few weeks before his death. A dease now know as pneumonia. Something that I could have solved right there and then, but his beliefs forbade me from helping him. A belief system that doesn’t work in the way people of time thought it did.”

As she let all this emotion out, dropping to her knees, pounding the ground as all this frustration as it seems some of this she had been holding in even before when the Pharaoh was alive. Realizing the scene she was making in front the doctor, she once again rose to her feet.

“I didn’t mean to speak ill of the dead. Pharoah Eseem was a good man, very kind and fair minded person, treating everyone around him with dignity and respect, even his servants.”

There was a low enthanuthis on the word servants, insinuating she was counting herself in their ranks. She took a deep breath before she continued.

“He could have used my power for evil or cruel intentions. He could have abused me. Before you think that is a jest, despite being a very powerful mythical creature as you mortals would put it, my powers are limited by my Ginsen’s will, by my bond. Don’t believe me, take a closer look at your chest.”

She points to a very lighlyt shimmering incorporeal chain linking from his chest to the collar around her neck. She waves her hand to make the link invisible again.

“To answer your first question of how may I help you? Well you literally have a genie attached to your chest, let your imagination run wild. To answer your second question, well being in this humanoid body, I have become accustomed to certain sensations the body can feel. You don’t happen to have a harem at your disposal do you?”

 

[Homerun2611]

Henry nodded at her apology. It had been a difficult pill to swallow. While he was obviously older, he had never thought he had reached the age he might no longer be attractive to a young woman. But then he saw his reflection in the window, the wrinkled clothing, his functional cap, perhaps he wasn't putting forth his best effort? Or maybe he was too old, but Jesus he hated that thought, just shoot him then. He had thought the decision to not be with a woman had been his, had he been kidding himself?

"Your ginsen was the Pharaoh? That must have been fascinating, I hope you would not mind telling me about your life there. I have spent my life understanding and appreciating ancient civilizations...." Henry chuckled, "...well ancient from my perspective, but for you it must be much different?" He sensed the woman's grief, but was not sure how to comfort her.

"That is admirable that he showed such restraint in using your powers, I am sure he was a good man. I hope I will prove to be equally worthy, I will do my best." He tried to smile, being soft and sensitive was a side of him that had long been buried, but he felt awkward towering over her as she knelt, softly crying. Her form was quite exquisite, but he did not know exactly how to raise a certain topic. "Did others realize yours and the Pharoah's relationship, you have a bluish complexion, and while quite beautiful, it must have raised attention?"

That was awkward, was the blue her normal state, if so, how could he take her into public? He did not want her to feel unappreciated, despite her earlier willingness to express exactly that to him. She did describe one aspect that triggered an all too long forgotten sensation that traveled pleasantly through his body. “To answer your first question of how may I help you? Well you literally have a genie attached to your chest, let your imagination run wild. To answer your second question, well being in this humanoid body, I have become accustomed to certain sensations the body can feel. You don’t happen to have a harem at your disposal do you?”

Henry laughed out loud. "I most certainly do no have a harem, not that the idea would not have a certain appeal!" He chuckled trying to make a joke. He kneeled down and put his arms around her, trying to comfort as best he could, but also curious on her reaction. "I know you do not have interest but there was a time, that I was very accomplished at making a woman feel the sensations you referenced, it gave me great pleasure. So I do understand. May I ask, are these items you enjoyed with the Pharaoh? Perhaps, ..." Suddenly he was very embarrassed. "...well...let us see, if you so desire, how we might be able to take care of you?"

Henry could not even remember his last orgasm, not even masturbation....but he also could not deny how very much he had missed the touch of a woman. "A harem you say...hmm, that must have been something." He did not even realize how his caress had pulled her a bit closer, and his hands, almost with a mind of their own, had naturally moved up and down in an attempt to sooth and make her feel better. Suddenly he pulled back and looked in her eyes, "Do you have a name, or is it my responsibility to name you?"

 

[victoria_cummings]

The blue humanoid in front of the doctor let out a smile as she noticed him trying to comfort her as listened to him talk and ask her questions. She giggled as noticed his hands were on her. She backed away from him, not out of disgust but she was about to demonstrate a bit of her abilities.

“You asked if anyone noticed me being blue and all. Funny thing is it is one of the vivid colors my kind comes in. In fact at one point genie’s defaultly came in normal human skin tones, but it became too confusing for our kind to identify each other so the elders decided to change our skin tones so we stood out from humans. But anyways to get back on track, as of right now only you can see me, but to make it not weird you seem to be talking to no one, I can adopt a giese. There were two I had when I was with the Pharaoh.”

She snapped her finger and took the look of an elderly woman, about Henry’s age, with olive skin, dark hair. She was dressed in robes that would match those of the royal court at the time. Her voice became cracked and a bit dry to match the facade.

“This is what we’d call Estelle, his royal advisor. I’d help in offering advice in ruling Egypt when he asked me for advice. Very professional and respected.”

Then she snapped and in poof of smoke, instead of the wise elderly adviser stood a scantily clad belly dancer who looked in her early 20s. She started to do a little shimmy in place as she spoke. Her voice sounded just an octave or two higher than her normal speaking voice.

“We called this little number Zara. When the day's business had concluded, Estelle would excuse herself for the evening and moments later the harem girls would come out to provide entertainment, of which Zara was one of them. When Pharaoh got to the age where he was concerned about me magically fixing his erectile dysfunction cause he thought his heart would give out on him during passionate nights, he would enjoy watching me with others as they have their way with me”

She let out a giggle recalling memories before coming back to reality.

“As for naming me, yes, us genies who are to become of service to mortals, we do not take names for ourselves. We leave that to whom we serve. Which also means we give up previous names when our old ginsen dies out of respect for our new ginsen. Also means new gieses as well. I can be anyone you desire. In fact just by being in your presence I felt you having a strong desire for someone.”

She lets out a smirk as she snaps her finger and turns into Henry's wife, not fully getting the context of Henry's thoughts about her and being impulsive.

“So who is this little minx you’ve had on your mind all this time we’ve been chatting?”

 

[Homerun2611]

Henry felt her pull away, he was clearly out of practice, but the eyes that looked back at him weren't sad, if anything, they were playful. He raised his brow, and took note. His new acquaintance, his pet, his genie, was a woman of many facets and he felt a small smile creep across his face, she was a riddle in and of herself, and Henry loved nothing more than a great riddle.

With the first snap of her fingers she became an older woman, arguably a contemporary of Henry's but she was so old, like a neighbor who might tend after his flowers when he left on extended trips. "Very distinguished, yes, i can see where she would not draw notice." What he didn't say was, nor would she stimulate passion, had she possibly been in this form when she had sought the pleasure she had described earlier? That question was quickly answered.

The second snap of the fingers, Zara, created a far different reaction. As she danced he admired her, for there was much to admire! "Oh my!" he murmured, and that was before he heard the full story. This was the woman who entertained the Pharoah, apparently along with others. "You enjoy woman as well?" He was not judgine, he was intrigued, "And did you ginsen enjoy you and them together?"

Henry had many women at one time, wonderful, passionate moments, but nothing really wild, and her mention of the Pharoah, a harem, was intoxicating. Henry also hearn her mention her being able to cure his ED. Henry had never experienced this, however, it had also been a long, long time since he had been with a woman, so he could not deny his apprehension.

This was most intriguing but his genie was not done. “So who is this little minx you’ve had on your mind all this time we’ve been chatting?” And then, in a blink, there she was, his Katherine!. "Oh my God!" Henry stumbled back almost losing his balance, his hand covering his mouth as he felt his heart beating so fast.

But then he shut his eyes and started shaking his head, "NO...thank you, but NO...I ...I loved her so, I loved Katherine so...." He looked up, and there was a single tear rolling down his cheek from eyes filled with sadness and loneliness. He looked one last time, and then turned around. "Please, I am not ready, maybe someday when I am prepared I can, but not now...too many memories!"

He stayed with his back turned away.thinking. "You can take any form I want?" He swallowed, should he. There was one other woman, she had been a colleague, brilliant, they had been on an expedition to the forests of the Amazon, she was far from his first woman, but she was most definitely his first real woman! It had been the best six weeks of his life, but then he had gone back to Cambridge, and she to Stanford. Lives went different ways, but he had never forgotten her!

"There was one woman...." He turned around to speak to his genie, but instead, exactly as he remembered her, stood, "Brooklyn!" Now there was no sadness in those eyes, he momentarily felt thirty years younger, and the smile on his face lit up the room!

 

[victoria_cummings]

As she turned to the older woman she had easily detected in his thoughts, she quickly learned she made a mistake due to her brashness. Taking a few more moments to actually probe deeper than surface level thoughts, she quickly learned that the woman she was posing as was his deceased wife. Upon making this discovery she quickly changed back to her native blue skinned form.

“I’m so sorry to bring up painful memories. Didn’t know she was your wife at first. I did not mean to make light of her. I do apologize. It does seem like we both lost someone we cared about.”

She went back to bowing and was going to her knees when she turned her head about, towards the direction of the storage area of the museum. There was a quick flash of emotion as if something was suddenly on her mind, but her attention was turned back to Henry, as she picked up other thoughts coming from him. These thoughts were of a woman, a blonde woman in her early 20s it seemed. She also saw memories of the 6 weeks they spent in the Amazon together, some were steamy as well. She looked at him with a grin.

“So this Brooklyn woman, first serious relationship? Is this the form you would like me to assume?”

Before he could answer her fully, her head keeps turning towards the storage area of the museum. She turned to him again.

“I have my hunch, but can you tell me where we are at the moment?”

 

[Homerun2611]

Henry nodded. "You had no way of knowing, but I guess you can read my mind? You know it is funny, it has been ten years now, but I guess she will never leave there." He got quiet for a few minutes. "It just surprised me is all, I have long lost count of how many times I wished she was still with me. If you can take her form, there may well be a day when I would like you to do this again, but I am not ready yet."

When Henry finally turned around there she was, "Brooklyn!" She was just as he remembered, radiant and beautiful, he remembered their kiss goodbye at Heathrow, just before she flew back to the states and out of his life. Henry could not hide the smile on his face, nor the twinkle in his eyes. What the Genie could not see was the stirring he felt below. Long dormant embers being fanned their first breath of oxygen in years.

He took a step toward her and stopped, he longed to touch her, but didn't know how. "Yes, I don't know if permanently, but I would enjoy it very much if you would assume this form, it brings back delightful memories." He could not help but let his eyes scan up and down the form that had yielded such a panacea of pleasure all those years before.

Any thoughts Henry might have had about enjoying the form his genie had taken, he saw her looking around and smiled at her question. "Of course, here come with me..." he moved forward and put his hand on the small of her back. As he did he felt a slight spark and wondered if it was a function of the genie or the form of Brooklyn she had taken. As they walked he spoke.

"So, when you were with the Pharoah, you were in Egypt, a country on the continent of Africa. How much do you know about the geography of the planet earth?" It was interesting how easily Henry had accepted that idea that she was a genie, but he had a million questions, but those could wait.

He walked her through a set of huge, mahogany double doors,nearly sixteen feet high and eight feed wide, and they were in the midst of the Ancient Egypt exhibit. "This is the London Ancient History Museum. I am the curator here. London is in the country of Great Britain on the continent of Europe. Here..." He lead her to a gorgeous ten foot high globe. He showed her the location of Egypt, and then how way across the Mediterranean Sea, Italy, France and the English Channel was London, England.

"It has been 2,000 years since the time of your Pharoah, much has happened and the world is far more sophisticated. Anyone, not just genies, can travel nearly anywhere on the planet within a day!" He smiled and realized there was much they could likely learn from each other....

 

[victoria_cummings]

As she turned into the blonde younger female named Brooklyn, even as the doctor thought wasn’t noticeable, the genie did notice but didn’t say anything at the moment. When the question of whether she could read his mind she replied.

“Yes, as our bond grows and develops, we can and will be able to communicate telepathically and thus be able to read each other’s minds. Of course as abilities grow, you’ll be able to shut down or restart the link on your end for when you desire privacy. By the way do you desire for me to keep the name Brooklyn or take another name so as not to conflict with memories of this other woman?. Also when you said you wished your wife was still alive, was that a request that you wanted to enact later, or just a bit of grieving?”

When they left his office and started to head towards the Egyptian exhibits, the genie listened to his explanation. She nodded and replied to him.

“When you had awakened me, my near omniscient brain was caught up on most major world events and filled my brain from the cosmos. I just feel this pull in towards the direction we are walking towards.”

As they stepped, soon Brooklyn started walking faster and fast until she found herself running towards the exhibits. She ran past most of the exhibits, her eyes catching scenes behind the glass that horrified and also angered her. She stopped and wept at the foot of the case displaying the sarcophagus of Pharaoh Eseem. When Dr. Henry caught up her, she rose to her feet with a pissed off look.

“HOW COULD YOU?!”

As her temper flared, her eyes glow red, there seemed to be a minor tempest around her, not enough to damage anything, but a noticeable gust around her. Despite her anger and rage seeing the Pharaoh she once served and loved on display like this, she could harm Henry as it was against the tenets of bond between a genie and ginsen.

 

[Homerun2611]

"As our bond grows..." it was a simple statement but could mean so many things. The thought of them being that connected literally able to understand each other's deepest thoughts was in its own way intimidating, but he also was curious and open to it. "You say I can control it if I need privacy, that is comforting to know, but we will see." He was quickly getting used to the idea of having her, yet exactly what "having her" meant was still very much a mystery.

"No, I do not think you should keep the name Brooklyn, just in case we run across someone who knows the woman of my past. I have a few names that are my favorites, Jennifer, Sarah and Victoria are all names I like quite a bit, do any of those suit you or that you prefer?" The question regarding his deceased wife took a bit more thought. He smiled, "I don't know if I know the answer to your question. I have dreamed many times she would come back to me, or we would meet again in a different life or heaven, if there is such a thing? Can we put that on hold, or mush I answer now. I would certainly like to have the option of enjoying some time with her again, but I am not ready for that yet..." He looked up into her eyes, "It has been long, very long since I have been with any woman at all, may we take some things one day at a time?"

He finally mustered up the courage, "Is intimacy something I have a right to expect from you, is it something you believe you might desire from me?" He averted his eyes, never in his life had he actually asked a woman if she would want to have sex with him, but he no longer had the same confidence in his innate sexuality he once had, yet he could feel the sense of long dormant desires returning.

As he guided her toward the Egyptian exhibit he was excited, thinking and hoping this might bring back pleasant memories, and as they moved and she willingly picked up pace, that excitement only grew. Given that, imagine his surprise at her reaction. There Henry stood, arms open, smile on his face, but as she turned, he could see the fury and hurt! She was literally burning up with anger, and he could see how genuinely upset she was, but he had no idea why.

"Did what? This is a gorgeous display intended to honor the Pharoah, his life, his accomplishments, how in many ways he was ahead of his time, a true visionary and a man to be respected and remembered." He looked around, not all exhibits were near as laudatory or complimentary. Their were atrocities, the viciousness of Attila the Hun for instance or the decay of the roman empire under Caligula and Nero.

"This is how we preserve and remember ancient civilizations. His tomb was not desecrated, it was preserved and returned to its former glory. His mummy has not been touched and will never, I have overseen much of it myself. I have honored your ginsen, I promise you, that has been my intent!"

He dared not approach her, despite his desire to comfort her reaction. "Read my mind, read if what I say to you is not the truth, my intent was not pure?" He looked directly into her eyes, giving her free access to his soul.

 

[victoria_cummings]

The genie was seething as she did not believe what she was seeing. She was staring right at the sarcophagus of her dead pharaoh. She could even recall the day it was presented to him by a local wood carver as part of tradition for pharaoh’s to have them made before their death. Using her magic she could see inside the coffin and see the mummified corpse as she listened to Henry’s explanation. She noted that it seemed to be preserved daily well as he was explaining. Looking around, she was making a scene. She went up to him and took him by the arm whispering, in a hushed but still angry tone.

“How is one suppose take this as not being disrespectful when someone is taken from their final resting place and just propped up for everyone to gawk at them. You were upset when I changed into your wife moments ago, how you’d if I dug her up and put her into a class case? What good does a body do help people learn about a person when a marble statue or painting can’t do? These people aren’t even his subjects, or descendant of his people.”

Her anger turns to sadness as she starts to sob into Henry’s shoulder. As she cries, she continues.

“And there isn’t anything in my power I can do to bring him back. Can we please go anywhere else away from here, I am really starting to get uncomfortable here. Can we please go? We can continue our conversation as soon as we leave this place.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Henry stood there and let her vent, but one point resonated, strongly, "You were upset when I changed into your wife moments ago, how you’d if I dug her up and put her into a class case?" He was a bit ashamed he had never thought like that. He spoke softly, solemnly, "Except my wife was not considered exceptional, other than by me and those that loved her, but I do see your point."

He wanted to say more, but as she leaned in and began to sop into his shoulder he just wrapped his strong arms around her. "I'm sorry, and I am realizing you never had a chance to grieve, did you?" He held her even closer and was a bit jealous, she had clearly cared deeply, perhaps even loved the Pharoah, and now she was his, and there was obviously nowhere near that type of connection. Would that grow with time, could he engender those same feelings, could he let another into his heart, even as a possession?

He had wondered what the limits of her powers might be, but clearly raising the dead was not one, or perhaps he had prohibited her of such. There were so many questions he had, but she was right, they should get out of here. He had hoped this might make her happy, but instead it had only brought grief. "My flat is only a few blocks down..." For Henry to call it a flat was quite an understatement.

One of the primary perks to his role as curator of the famous museum, other than his free use of the Citation private jet, was his lovely, three story luxury brownstone, where he lived free of any rent. "...however, there is a nice little pub across on the way where we could have a drink or cafe?"

He let go and backed up only to realize that the genie was nearly naked. "However, we must get you dressed. Try to read my mind?" And he envisioned a casual outfit that he remembered having seen Brooklyn in, many years ago. It was a colorful jacket, over an off white shorter dress, with some strappy, colorful, high heeled sandals. She had gorgeous long legs and he had always loved her in dresses, or better yet, nothing at all. "Can you see it...please wear that and we will go?"

He was smiling and looking forward to a bit of an outing, he could only imagine the ribbing he might get from some friends at the pub he ocassionally played chess or bridge with. Well they better get used to it, he thought, "Have you decided on what name you prefer?"

 

[victoria_cummings]

As she leaned in and let out a bit of emotions she was experiencing, she looked into his eyes and saw a bit of comfort in them, about the same she’d see in the Pharaoh’s eyes. She followed him as he started to lead her out of the museum. She didn’t realize all the looks she was getting due to her wearing basically lingerie as she saw it in the mind of Dr. Montgomery as he had envisioned his one time lover. As they walked she addressed some of the questions that he had proposed to her before but she was too preoccupied to answer before.

“Sorry I did not answer previous inquiries. My mind was preoccupied, its just despite his passing and his spirit moving on into the afterlife, just enough of his presence can be felt from the things he owned. Getting far enough away from the museum eases that presence I was feeling.

Second, it may have sounded like I contradicted myself when I asked if you wanted your wife brought back to life, but then said I couldn’t bring back the Pharaoh. I can bring back anyone from the dead, except my former ginsen, because I can not serve more than one master. As for bringing someone back from the dead, it gets harder as more time passes on. As from what I gathered from your memory its been at least a decade since her passing, correct? So if I were try to bring her back, I would have to search through 10 years of souls to find hers, but the more details I have about her would make it easier.”

By this time they had made it to the apartment building where Henry lived. They walked up the stairs to his place as she took it all in. Once the door was closed, she let out a giggle as she sauntered over to Henry.

“You asked about intimacy, I thought I made that perfectly clear. Back when Eseem took the throne at age of 20 and had found my ring, the nights of hot passion we had. There were some nights we even went into my ring where one night of passion in the mortal realm would equal to about a week in my ring’s dimension. I noticed that when I first took this human form, you had an interest and did not suffer from irregular blood flow to the penis which I thought was natural and happened to all human males, but am pleasantly surprised. Only question is do you want to fornicate with me in this human form? Or in my natural genie form.”

Again with a snap of her finger she switched from the blonde human form to her blue genie form. She let out a giggle. Then she heard him speak up about which name she would like. She change back to human blonde for a moment.

“Mmm you can’t decide out of the three, Victoria, Jennifer, or Sarah huh? I am unfortunately unable to help you as I can not name myself, as it must be you who names me, but I do have an idea.”

She grabs a piece of paper, rips it into 3 pieces and writes each name down onto them.

“So I am going to toss these three pieces of paper into the air, and whichever you catch, that is what you’ll name me.”

As she threw the pieces of paper into the air, she created a little harmless whirlwind to help mix them a bit more. As the pieces of paper flew in the air, Henry mentioned to her taking her out to a pub for some drinks, but first said she was almost naked and asked her to change into a dress he was imagining. So as the pieces of paper finally fluttered down, she materialized the dress in mind and watched as Henry reached for a piece of paper to learn her new name.

“And my new name is?”

 

[Homerun2611]

The opportunity to potentially bring his wife back was surprisingly unsettling to Henry. He had long mourned the loss of his wife, and while he wouldn't say he became an alcoholic, he had certainly leaned on alcohol to dull the pain and all of his other senses for quite a while. However, now the idea of having her back was not as easy as he would have thought. He had changed, and her memory was so wonderful, would reality match. Somehow, admittedly after a long while, he hed gotten closure and now, should he open that back up.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't know. While my immediate thought is, of course, I think I need to think about that a bit. This is a lot of change to process all at once, and I think I just need to slow down and take my time with any huge decisions. Perhaps it was being a scientist at heart, but he did not want to do anything too impulsively. Yet, that didn't seem to apply to all things.

He smiled at her question of intimacy, finding it interesting that the question was not whether or not they would be intimate, but rather what form she would take. She clearly had read not only his mind but his body's reaction to her desire for intimacy, it had been far too long and if he was honest with himself he missed it. Add to it that in either form his genie was incredibly desirable, and he had felt the anticipation growing, and GROWING! "Well, must I choose one or the other, will it affect your enjoyment?" Henry was a thoughtful lover, taking great pride in his ability to pleasure a woman. "I..." He looked down, a bit embarrassed, "I would enjoy experiencing both...perhaps others. You mentioned a harem, and..." He laughed nervously, "...if you would enjoy it, I would like to experiment together."

That brought up a different question, "What about me, you mentioned my age, and while I would like to enjoy you now, I would also like for you to enjoy me younger...when I often..." He thought of the short time with Brooklyn, "When we often went all night, and all day!" This time when he looked up his eyes were twinkling, and if she was reading his mind, some of the viesion dancing through it were erotic if not XXX rated!

He was used to taking a woman's desires into consideration but he was learning there were things that his genie expected from him, and slowly the word master seemed to resonate with him more and more. So when she threw the the pieces in the air, he did reach down and pick them up, but he did not look at them, instead he pulled her into his arms, and looked into the pair of eyes he had so longed to look into once again. "Sarah, your name is Sarah, and you are mine!"

"Oh and one thing before we go, something I have wanted to do ever since ..." He didn't finish, instead he cupped his hand around her waist and pulled her in to him and pressed his soft lips to hers, while it had been a long time, this girl, this kiss came naturally and he let out a small moan as their lips met sensually. When the kiss broke he looked at Sarah, "Thank you, that was very, very nice...shall we go?" And he held out his hand to her.

 

[victoria_cummings]

As the papers fluttered in their mini whirlwind, they continued their conversation. She listened to him tell her no about bringing his wife from the dead. She was for sure it was something he wanted but she respected his decision not to go through with it.

“Yes of course, that is your decision, I will not bring the subject up any more. I just wanted you to know of my capabilities. Seems like in this day and age their are some misconceptions of what my kind are allowed and not allowed to do. I will have to do some more research on this though.”

Then she giggled and brought herself closer to him with a smirk as he started to fornicate with both her human form and genie form. She brought a hand to his face.

“While I do enjoy both, just let you know while in human form, I would be limited by normal standards for a fertile human woman. But fuck me in my natural form, it would be out of this world.”

She gave a wink as she did not mince words with her intentions. Then he mentioned to her about the possibilities of making him younger which brought a sly grin to her face. She backed away from him so give him a good look over as she says more to herself.

“Finally someone who is willing to let me have fun with my abilities.”

She looked at him and straightened herself up to give herself a more professional manner as she spoke.

“So you want to become younger? Do you want this to be a permanent change, or just be able to switch back and forth? In my opinion I suggest you want to be able to switch cause it could be jarring for people you know to see you suddenly younger again. Anyways if you want to switch, do you me the one to always execute the change, or I could enchant an item, either some jewelry or piece of clothing you can put on and take off for the effect, or could see how far your ginsen abilities have developed and see if able to handle a little bit of magic yourself?”

She watched as he finally grabbed a piece of paper from the ground and read it. She listened as he gave her a new name. “Your name is Sarah.” As soon as that was said, a warm light washed over her and she looked like she was taking in. Before she knew it, she was grabbed in for a romantic kiss, which she responded in kindly bracing herself against him and slipping in some tongue. It might have been only 10 years for him, but it was over 2000 years for her, and she did miss this. As they broke off her kiss, she was out of breath with her human lungs.

“By the elders that was wonderful, thank you Master. You said you wanted to get drinks at a pub?”

 

[Homerun2611]

Henry was struggling with the idea that his dear wife might return to him, and with her his son, but there was something that was holding him back, but what was it and why? They were good questions but questions for a different time. He had much to learn about the Ginsen Genie relationship, her powers, and as she would teach him, his!

He was pleased that she sensed his discomfort and put the subject aside, at least for now. Instead where she took the conversation was something he found himself very interested in, no matter how much he wanted to ignore it. "Sooo, that means sex is more intense in your Genie form?" The question he didn't ask, but certainly lingered was, and is that true for your partner as well? For as much as he had loved his wife, he had never had sex as mindblowing as he had with Brooklyn, and now with her here, in this form, his mind could not help but hope that could be recreated. "I have a feeling I am going to really enjoy learning about all of your talents, in many forms!" He winked at her. And then looked away again, he was actually flirting, who knew, probably not her even as he was so, SO, out of practice.

He looked back up, "I like that, I want you to know that, I like how you speak your mind, I hope we can do that with each other. You telling me what you want, and not being scared of being explicit, I can hear that you like to fuck, God, I do too, and I don't know why I stopped." He laughed, "Well, I do know why I stopped, but why didn't I start again...I want to start again."

He looked directly into her eyes, "That isn't all....I hope you like more than fucking, he let his eyes scan up and down her lovely form, and smiled. "God I miss enjoying a woman, having a woman enjoy me, and I can't believe you showed up, emerging in smoke, and the first thing you thought about was sex. So in genie form or Brooklyn form, I hope you body is sensitive and desires to be enjoyed throughout, but especially..." He let his eyes scan down, and said no more, but he couldn't wait to enjoy the taste of a woman, lap in her honey and nectar, and feed her his cream. There eyes matched for a moment and he had no doubt she knew what he was thinking, no more need be said.

"Power, I will have powers, or I do have powers? How will I know?....And yes, I would at times like to be younger, be the man who not only wanted, but needed to go all night, suck the marrow completely from the bone! But you are right, I only want it sometimes, private times, when we are in bed together...or we go to the mountains and ski, or to Hawaii or Australia to surf, God I want to feel that pure adrenaline again! I like the idea of all of them, but maybe we start with a charmed piece of jewelry, a ring or chain, that way I can surprise you too!"

Sarah fit her, he felt it on his tongue and saw it in her eyes. And that led to the kiss. He felt it from his lips to his toes, as pure electricity rocked through his body, only to be followed by incredible self doubt. But before he could actually feel it, she removed it, first by slipping him just a hint of tongue and then, “By the elders that was wonderful, thank you Master. You said you wanted to get drinks at a pub?”

Suddenly he wasn't at all sure, he wanted drinks at all. His hand held out, when she took it, he pulled her back in again, and kissed her one more time, but this time he did it with intensity and it was he who slipped the tongue. "Now, let's go...but remember that...I want more of that!" She looked beautiful and as they walked into the Red Knight's pub, he saw the heads turn noticing Sarah. The eyes he watched the most were the two small tables on the far wall, there four of his friends and often drinking companions were sitting and playing chess. They were likely expecting him, it was Thursday and Thursday was chess night. Of course so were Friday, Sunday and Tuesday. But not tonight.

He walked her over, "Gentlemen, Tony, Daniel, Kamir, Muhammad, I want to introduce you to someone, this is Sarah, my new assistant, Sarah these are my friends." He then turned to his friends and told them, "Gentlemen, I am out tonight, I want to grab some dinner and have a drink or two with Sarah..." And as he slid his hand into the small of her back leading her to a small table, he whispered into her ear, "...and then I am taking her home!"

 

[victoria_cummings]

As they left his flat and proceeded down the street to the pub, Sarah was starting to take note of the environment around her as she was having a clearer state of mind than on the walkf from the museum. She took note of buildings, of people they walked past, of electric lights and motor vehicles and other such modern amenities that are taken advantage of by modern society.

They continued talking as she laced her fingers along between his as they walked. Then he brought up subject of sex which they had been discussing since she frist brought up in first place. She once again giggled as to which form was better, human or genie.

“Well lets just say my natural form is out of this world. You’ll have to try it and compare for yourself. Also yes, am interested more than just sex, I am interested in the world around me, seeing what the elders created and how humans use it.”

When they arrived at the pub, Sarah took in the scenery. There was a football game playing on the big screen of Manchester United vs Liverpool. As they went to find a seat, Henry introduced her to some of his friends. She just waved politely to them as Henry took her to an empty table. Once they were by themselves the topic about if he had abilities she wanted to continue.

“To answer your question about whether you have abilities, well you were able to free me and perceive me in the first place. The only reason people can see me now is because I am disguised as a human. If I walked in my natural form, no one would be able to see me unless they had some link to the super natural. “

For a second Sarah’s eyes drifted to the tv behind the bar after most of the crowd in the pub cheered after a goal had been scored.

“Humans and how much they advanced technology is just outstanding. By my understanding that game or sport is called football, correct”

By then a waitress had come over for their orders. Sarah turned to Heny.

“You’re the regular here, what do you recommend?”

 

[Homerun2611]

Henry realized he enjoyed touching Sarah. Whether it was the kiss, or walking hand in hand, or now guiding her with his hand on her back, it just felt right. He had known the thrill of electricity touching a woman he was truly attracted to created, and this had some of that, but it was much more. It was a wholeness, a completeness, a linking of heart, mind and soul that made him feel a sense of completeness that was quite unexpected, and very, very nice!

As they sat down and began talking she talked about her interest to learn. "I am glad, I love to travel, and if you are willing we can ski, scuba dive, sail, camp or see all sorts of sights. I also love the theater, museums, music, all sorts of things really." Henry stopped and looked into her eyes, "If we want, must we travel by conventional means...cars, trains, air planes or..." He clicked his fingers, laughing, "...can you just sort of do your thing and take us where we want to go?" He was slowly realizing the entirely different world and life that might be possible with Sarah.

"I don't know why I knew to open that small box, it was as if...." Henry was speaking as to what had made him look back within the crates and find the box that contained the ring that had held the genie for so many years. "Have you ever heard of déjà rêvé?" Henry stopped, "It is when you live something you believe you lived before or dreamed. I dreamed of a ring back in the crates and I found the box...opened it, and...." But why had he put it on, he never would normall do that, "...your ring, I thought I heard a voice, telling me to put it on...I thought it was just my curiosity getting the best of me. But when I put it on, it was slightly too big, and then as the smoke began to rise, it became a perfect fit!"

He reached down and fingered the ring with his other hand, "Must I keep it on, would you go away if I took it off? Would you come back?" This wasn't the first time he had experienced, déjà rêvé, or heard voices. Back before the accident, his dreams had led him to his greatest discoveries. And as he neared he would hear voices, but usually they were more like whispers or moans, not specific instruction as he had received here with the ring.

He looked up at the screen as she mentioned football, smileing. "Liverpool is my favorite team, but to be honest, I completely forgot they were playing...I guess something else took my attention away!" He winked. "Television is an incredible invention, but it has been around for quite a while, almost 70 years now. This game is taking place in Liverpool, where the Beatles are from, about 280 kilometers from here." He was curious if the Beatles registered at all, Sarah said she had somehow been given a whirlwind catch up of history she had missed, and he wondered fi that included pop culture?

"Football is what we call it here, in other countries football is very different and they call it soccer, but yes, for me, and all of us here in London, it is football, and it is a passion!" It was then the waitress interrupted them, and Sarah gave him the right to order for both of them. "We will start with a cheeseboard for two, and one order of fish and chips and a chicken tikka masala and then for dessert we will do a sticky toffee pudding and an ice cream sundae... and two pints of lager!"

Henry waited for the waitress to step away, and then leaned in and whispered in Sarah's ear, his breath tickling her neck and his lips brushing her ear, "I won't be offended if you don't like it, English food is an acquired taste, and the curry is spicy in the chicken dish, but I do hope you at least like the deserts!...I got a few things we can either share or if you really like something, it is all yours...."

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[victoria_cummings]

Once they were alone again, Sarah listened to his inquiries about the ring he was wearing at the moment. The ring was a gateway to an alternate dimension where her kind exists if they aren’t serving in the mortal realm. She gripped his hand, and actually slid the ring off his finger to prove her point.

“If you don’t want to wear it, you don’t have to. I won’t disappear. I am bound to you, not to this ring. This ring is only a gateway to a pocket dimension I can slip into if you want privacy, or I need to rest and recharge my powers, or you want to experience extended pleasure. So I’d advise not to keep it too far out of reach.”

She let out a giggle as her mind drifted to pleasures of the flesh. It had been 2000 years and this seemed to be what she missed the most since her slumber. She looked over an noticed his friend Muhammad giving her looks, She did find him a bit attractive out of his friends, but she didn’t want to react for was afraid of upsetting Henry. Maybe it was his darker skin tone that reminded her of people she lived with back 2000 years ago. Her attention was brought back to Henry.

“By the way, on that other issue we discussed, you wanting to be younger through enchanted jewelry, do you have something you want to use, it can’t be my ring though it needs to be something else.”

She then listened to him give a brief geography lesson and list off activities he liked to do. She nodded and was pulling information from the cosmos about them so she had at least basic understanding of what they were.

“All those activities sound absolutely wonderful. As for being able to travel to different places around the world, while it is possible, it would take a lot of energy and concentration in places I am not familiar with. I doubt I can even get us back to Egypt, without taking time to concentrate first, or we might end up in a pile of rubble or a place that did not exist 2000 years ago. The more info I have about a place the easier it is.”

She smiled and then gave her quick lesson on pop culture which sure had gaps, but the more that was discussed the more that was getting filled in.

“The Beatles, a musical group that plays a form of music known as rock music. Primary members include John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Star, and George Harrison..”

Before she could continue spouting off Beatle facts, the waitress came with their food. Sarah in her human form had human taste buds. She started to pick various items off the dishes and seemed to enjoy the,. But was very calculating to leave exactly half of the amount of what there as they were both sharing plates. When came to curry though, she was warned it was going to be spicy, which she chugged her lager. She had to flag down the waitress for a refill on hers.

 

[Homerun2611]

At first Henry was heartened as she gripped his hand and slid off the finger to no real consequence. "So you are here whenever I want you and I can't lose you?" However, as she explained the role of the ring, one item screamed out, "..if I want to experience extended pleasure?" He couldn't help but chuckle, Sarah had a way of dropping these little provocative nuggets and acting as if he should intuitively understand. "Perhaps you could elaborate?" Henry was looking at her human form, a form he had enjoyed some of the greatest moments of lovemaking in his life, and here she was discussing pleasure like it was the weather. She had to know the tingles that were emanating throughout his body.

Henry bit his lip, he had a question that had been growing, ever since her less that enthusiastic response to his age, and now as he saw how men looked at her in her human form. "When you speak of intimacy, and your desires, are you..." He looked around the room and saw the several eyes looking in Sarah's direction, "Are you MINE, or will you pursue...other outlets?" He actually felt a pang of jealousy as he asked this, but he wanted to understand the rules, albeit probably unwritten.

Henry still wore his wedding ring, on the opposite hand, his wedding finger. "Can it work the opposite? I am my age when I have my ring on, and when I take it off, I am young and ...you know!" Somehow it felt right that with his wedding ring off, he was more the rake and rogue he used to be. There was a reason that Henry had so easily attracted Brooklyn and his wife, and he hoped that Sarah might be equally, or at least somewhat, attracted.

"That is fine, if there comes a time that you think it would be easier to use your powers we can, but in the meantime we can just travel. I have not spent much money over the last several years and money is really no obstacle in what we might want to do, I was only thinking about time. Is there anywhere you are particularly curious about? You will not recognize Egypt, but there are so many other wonderful places." Henry laughed a bit, "I can't even remember the last time I took a vacation, I didn't have much reason to..." He winked at Sarah, "Now I guess I do!"

Henry listened and couldn't help but frown at her rather clinical, Webster's dictionary recount of the Beatles, "Well, yes, those are the facts, but not the passion, music should create emotion...joy, romance, even sadness...many of my best memories likely have a song with a strong correlation that triggers some type of deeper feeling. I think one of the first things we might do is listen to some music together, my favorite is probably jazz, but I like all sorts of things, music has evolved greatly since your time with the Pharoah, I think you will really enjoy it, I used to love to dance."

Henry seemed to disappear for a bit, overwhelmed with memories of gliding around a ball room or grinding in smoke filled lounges. The arrival of the food brought him back, and it did not disappoint. As far as pub grub went, this was as good as any. "I wasn't sure if you like to eat heavy or light, or anything. I am guessing you don't have to worry about weight?" He smiled, "...Or if you do, you have handled it well!" Henry was thinking back to her statuesque, but firm native form. However, he laughed at her reaction to the spicy, curry based chicken dish. The English loved their curry, and Henry had learned to not only endure, but enjoy the spicy dishes.

As the waitress came over, Henry laughed, "My lovely companion needs another ale pronto, and I will as well, also please bring us two large ice waters." The English tended to prefer more tepid waters, but Henry had spent enough time in the states to gain a preference for well chilled and bottled waters, he also preferred non carbonated. After she left, Henry took Sarah's hand, "You may want to be careful, it has been 2,000 years since you have had alcohol and good English and German lagers are quite strong!" He was already not sure of exactly what powers Sarah might have, but what she might do in an inebriated state was an even bigger question.

After their main courses came the deserts, the rich and flavorful pudding/cake and the thick fudge covered ice cream. "Believe it or not, many describe these dishes as orgasmic!" He winked again and took a large bite of the sticky toffee pudding!

 

[victoria_cummings]

Sarah listened to his request about being young when he took off the wedding ring, and his older self with the ring which she smiled at him..

“Ok that is something I can work out for you, I will have to work that out in the privacy of your home, but it's something I can do As your concern about my imtime needs, of course I am yours. I will only seek other partners with your permission, and depending on how long you extend my leash.”

She waved her fingers to show that semi translucent spectral chain that bound her to him that only the two of them could see. As she was finishing her meal, she was drinking a bit. Once they got the desert, Henry was right, the sticky caramel melted into her mouth. By this time she was three pints deep. Since this was a new human form for her, it wasn’t quite tolerant of alcohol yet, so she was getting tipsy quickly.

The discussion of music gave her an idea. She took Henry’s hand and rushed over to a jukebox. Out of a handbag she manifested as part of her outfit, she pulled out some money and inserted it into the device. Then she proceeded to type in the numbers for every single Beatles song that the machine had as that was the subject of conversation before.

“Come on, let's dance.”

Then when the music started Sarah started to swing her hips and sway to the music. Her movements weren’t as graceful as one would expect from her previous teasings, now in this inebriated state.

“Oh wow I really do enjoy this music.”