If this were The Mask, or some such cartoon, Jim's eyes would be popping out, and his jaw dropping to the ground by now. Instead, he just ogles that lovely pair right up front an oh-so-few feet away from him. Now that he's the master, he can have those melons for his already kneading fingers to massage.
Jeannie, however, does not seem the least bit amiss at her standing out here in the open like this, nor at this stranger standing before her, his eyes roving where it is not really polite. Still, politeness is her way, and she can always blink out if things get too 'wild'.
"Hello. Have you seen my Master?" her sing-song voice articulates to Jim. That voice! Exactly the same as Barbara Eden's. So many fantasies ago he would have felt he had died if he ever got to meet the actress in person, and her is the real-life genie she portrayed. Standing right here, asking him where her Master is. Huh?! 'Her Master?' But, he's her Master!
"Uh oh," Jim intones under his breath. Jeannie just cocks her head to the side. Seeing her do that sends a shiver up his spine as it is so 'Jeannie' as from the show. And standing in front of him. He still can't get over this part, but he has to, concentrating what few brain cells he has for devious behavior on getting that good idea to use on the ring. He almost has it as he rubs the stone and
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