Page 58 of Rebirth Of Order
“What? No. I’m not using the bathroom, just sitting on the lid. And I told you, I was scared shitless behind it, so… Never mind. Can you grab the toilet paper; I want to show you something.” She matches my confused expression with a frown, but I do as she asks.
“Okay, but if this involves me wiping for you, best friends don’t do that.” Handing over the roll, I see her glower as she takes it, holding the roll in one hand while placing her other beside it palm up. A few seconds pass–and nothing happens. “What am I looking at?”
“Shhhh.” Wrinkles crease between her brows as she concentrates. On what, I don’t know, but more time drifts and still nothing. I’m beginning to think Kyra is losing her mind. “Damn it,” she shouts. “It worked right before you arrived.”
“What worked?”
“The toilet paper.” She continues concentrating.
“Okay. What happened with the toilet parchment?”
“I came to use the bathroom and saw thetoilet paper…” Kyra pauses, “was empty, then thought, ‘man, I need a new roll,’ and boom, toilet paper.” She points at the fresh one she holds.
“Just so I’m understanding, you sat down to take a shit because of your dream of encountering a dragon, saw you couldn’t wipe, wished for some toilet parchment, and a roll came to you?”
“Never said I was taking a shit or anything about the damn dragon, Angie, but yes, that’s basically what happened,” she huffs.
“So, you’re a genie?” I snicker.
“Here I am thinking you’d take me seriously. If you’re mockingme, you can leave.” Hurt layers over embarrassment, reddening her cheeks with pouting lips. She focuses back on the roll, and within those determined eyes fear of failure glistens. Obviously, something happened, or at least she feels it did.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”
“I promise it worked. But it all happened so fast, I just don’t know how.” Kyra stands, pacing back and forth until her frustration causes her to exit. Tossing the roll down, she struts past me into the living area.
“I was being serious, what if you’re a genie?” I ask, following her out.
“Genies don’t exist, Angie, and they sure as hell don’t have sex to grant wishes. I’m not falling for it.” Her dismissive tone reminds me of how disconnected she is to our world. How the stories told amongst those of mortals are founded from powerful fays within this realm. Not only do multiple kinds of genies exist, but one of their offspring attends Rebirth Academy.
“What in the Gods would give me a reason to lie?”
“Come on, you’re telling me they do?” she chuckles, sitting at her desk, pretending to flip through her study material.
“Yeah, I dated one…Briefly, but still.”
“Of course you did.”
My arms fold. “I’m serious. His name was Chris. He had this annoying saying he’d do that became a major turn off. But wow was he a delicious specimen.”
“You’ve piqued my interest,” she snickers. “What’s the saying?” Kyra becomes fully engaged and delighted in the adventures of my past. Her hands clasp and brows rise, dawning a smile that stretches from ear to ear.
I huff, realizing this will sound just as insane to her as it did to me. “You’ve summoned the genie Chris, once a day I’ll grant your wish?” From the depths of my core, I hate that fucking saying. I twist my face with disgust as she laughs like it’s the funniest thing she has ever heard.
“That’s not bad. It sounds…cute.”
“You say that now, until you’re having sex, and he slides it in reciting that ludicrous phrase.” I frown.
She inhales with disbelief. “He said that before y’all had sex?”
“Before, during, and after. The first time he did it, sure, it was cute, but slowly after, it became annoying.”
“Is that why y’all ended?”
“Nope, I requested a wish from him. Apparently, they can’t perform wishes on themselves or something.” I shrug. Kyra’s chuckle spreads around the room, and oh how I wish she was sleeping with a genie. Maybe then she would understand.It’s not too late to make that happen though. Hmm.
“What did you ask for?”
“Nothing I felt was too hard. Simple even. That he’d be able to fulfill my needs in bed.” I shrug off the countless let-downs delivered by one selfish fay, feeling the ghost of his penis barely able to reach my internal spot, leaving a flustered sensation with a memory of never being satisfied.
