1.
Major Tony Nelson came home from work. He went over to a bottle and opened it.
"I'm home, Jeannie."
A puff of blue smoke came out and materialized into Jeannie. She wore a tiny bikini-and nothing else.
She hugged and kissed him. "Hi, Master!"
"Hello, Jeannie." He sat on the couch. She obediently sat on his lap.
"What would you like for dinner, Master?"
"Leg of lamb-cooked medium-potatoes, spinach, and two bottles of red wine. And for dessert, Crepes Suzette."
"Coming right up!"
She got up and walked into an end room. A few seconds later, she came back out.
"Dinner is serviced."
He got up and went into the room.
She had turned it into a large feast hall. His food was service on a silver plate with silver silverware and crystal glasses. The tables and chairs were made of the finest wood, with fine tablecloth on the tables. Two girls in bikinis did a sexy belly dance, accompanied by a four-piece girl band-also in bikinis.
"Uncork the bottles."
"Yes, Master."
She blinked, and the corks came off the two wine bottles.
He picked up one and took a long swig from it. Walking over to Jeannie, he poured the rest of it all over her! He then laughed evilly, and she managed a smile.
He sat down, poured wine from the second bottle into a glass, and began eating. However, a few seconds later, he swept the food off the table.
"Bah, this food is tasteless!"
"I am sorry, Master."
"You are the worst genie a master ever had!"
He got up and began beating her mercilessly! Poor Jeannie didn't do anything to defend herself, merely crying.
2.
Tony awoke in a cold sweat. Remembering the dream he just had, he shook his head in disbelief. It took him over a half hour to get back to sleep.
3.
That morning, he went downstairs and openned Jeannie's bottle.
"Morning, Jeanne."
She came out in a puff of blue smoke. "Hi, Master!"
They hugged. He held onto her a little longer than usual-and she noticed this.
"Is something wrong, Master?"
"No, nothing's wrong, Jeannie." However, he didn't say this too convincingly.
"Something IS wrong, Master-I can tell."
"It's nothing really."
"Please tell me. You will feel better."
"OK. I had a bad dream, last night."
"Was Doctor Bellows chasing after you?"
He chuckled. "Nothing like that! I dreamt I was cruel to you."
"Cruel to me?"
He quickly told her the dream. When he got to the part where he was beating her, he sobbed.
"Relax, Master. I know you would never do that to me."
"You do?"
"Yes. Genies have a talent of knowing how their masters will treat them. Remember when you first came across my bottle on the beach?"
"I'll never forget that."
"I could tell then that you would be a good, kind master. If not, I never would have stayed with you this long."
"I see."
"So do not let a silly dream worry, you, Master."
"Thank you, Jeannie."
They hugged again, and she kissed him.
"There is one little thing, Jeannie."
"What is it?"
"Think you'd mind wearing a bikini for me, on occasion?"
Smiling, she blinked and changed into a skimpy bikini-and nothing else!
"Ah, that's nice!," he responded.
At that moment, Major Healy entered the house.
"Rog, what are you doing here?"
"My car's not starting, so I was wondering if you could give me a ride-JEANNIE!"