Sully’s eyes watered from not blinking. His hands were atop real female breasts. Rosalyn’s breasts, to be exact. Of all the magical, unexplained things to have happened to him in the last couple of weeks, this topped them all.

Just when he felt it safe to moisten his burning orbs, time shifted with a stuttering stand still. Rosalyn’s soft warm flesh turned cold as marble under Sully’s touch.

“Not again,” he muttered.

“Oh, yes. Again.” Came the answer from the dreaded dredded Djinn. “How is it that I find you in all these, predicaments Mr. Sully?” He gestured with a wave.

Sully quickly dropped his hands, his cheeks flushing. “What do you want?”

“What do you want?” Stepping close enough that Sully could feel the prickly breath on his neck as the Djinn spoke.

Sully cut his eyes to look at the Djinn, not wanting to clear a path to Rosalyn. The Djinn lifted his hand to trace the curve of her body. Sully lunged to knock him away and knocked Rosalyn to the ground just as time snapped into motion.