I woke up startled my body hot and sweaty. I had had another nightmare. The third one this week. It was always the same, mummies and curses. I hadn't worked on mummies in a long time. Treating a dead corpse as an artifact was't something I was really okay with and there was the problem with the whole curse thing. You see Ancient Egyptians would put spells on the graves to ensure they were left undisturbed. It hadn't worked entirely seeing as how many graves had been robbed. But somehow it was the archeologist that were ones who were affected by these curses.

I climbed out of the bed and headed to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of ice cold water and began to drink it, letting its temperature cool mine. I leaned against the black counter top and watched a sleeping Roy on the couch. I woke him up and directed him to the spare bedroom. If he was going to stay at my place he should be comfortable. I mean we had only been friends for 5 years.

I went to collect his things from the living room floor and as I picked up his heavy bags I heard a thump. Something had fallen out. I put down the bags in his room before coming back to pick up the item. I walked towards it and stopped when I realized what it was. A lamp, a jinn lamp.

I could only come to one conclusion. Roy had stolen it. Jinn lamp were rare artifacts the fetched for millions in the black market. Roy was going to sell it. Years of archeological integrity and trust in him gone down the drain. I felt betrayed, we had both dedicated ourselves to the craft but clearly for different reasons. I began to think of all the things that he could have stolen, he staff from the Zimbabwean cave that went missing, the ancient Chinese bowl we had lost... It was all him.

I was hot and bothered not only by the dream but now by the reality that I was forced to face. He was a fraud! I all but ran into his room barging in on him. He woke up with a start.

"Brick, what the fuck I'm slee..."

"Explain this," I said lamp in hand. He gaped at me, unsure what to say. I could see the gears turning in his head thinking of what lie to spew.

"Get out" I said before he could say anything.

"Brick I swear there was a good reason for... "

"I said get out!" I lunged at him, picking him up by his collar and dragging him out of the apartment.

He stumbled out of the door and I slammed it shut locking it.

"Wait! My stuff." He banged on my door. I collected his shit and threw it out the window for him to get.

03:43. It was too early for this.

I glared at the lamp which was now on the counter. The object that had brought an end to our friendship. I took it with me to the bathroom, I didn't want to let it out of my sight. I took a cold shower. Trying to forget the years of friendship we had had.

I got out the shower feeling refreshed, shaking the water out of my ginger locks. And started to brush my teeth not noticing the droplets of water that had landed on the lamp.

I bent over the sink feeling the temperature in the bathroom rise. The steam was increasing, getting thicker and thicker. I could barely see my hands. What the hell was going on. I opened a window and the steam poured out. When my eyes could see better they landed on a girl.

A FUCKING GIRL!

I yelped. Stepping back into a puddle of water slipping and falling on my naked rear. She was dressed in blood red Arabian belly dancers' uniform. Her stomach bare with a high slit on her skirt. She hid her face behind a satin veil that revealed nothing but her pink eyes. Pink eyes? I hadn't remembered any of the girls I had been with having pink eye. But then again, I groaned, I had been with so many.

So here was one of them, here for retribution. I wasn't ready for more drama today especially in my state of undress. All these thoughts going through my mind made me not recognize the blush and shock on the face of said female. She wasn't angry. Which was surprising really. Most girls would be, considering I never called any of them back. She was blushing heavily as if she hadn't seen any of me before, I guess my size was that impressive.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked the intruder calmly while grabbing a white towel from the rack to wrap around my waist. She had averted her eyes waiting until I was decent before finally speaking.

"I am here to serve you Master" she said with her eye to the tiled floor.

"Well, I'm not one for role playing"

"This isn't a game Master" she looked up from the ground to meet my eyes.

"Good because I'm not play"

"I am your genie," she curtsied "and I am here to grant you three wishes and to have you do what you will to me"

There was silence in the bathroom, all you could here were the droplets of water escaping the tap. I burst out laughing uncontrollably. She got up to scowl at me. I walked past her rigged figure into the bedroom while towel drying my hair.

I turned to her and stared at her blank face. And suddenly it dawned on him.

"Shit, are you serious?" I asked. She nodded enthusiastically.

"I am to obey your every command" she said nervously.

"So we haven't slept together and you're not here for revenge sex?" Her blush returned.

"No, of course not"

"Prove it"

"Prove that you're a genie." I stepped towards the stranger. She sighed before snapping her fingers and summoning two pink flamingos. They flapped their wings before flying across the room and out of the window. My body was still as I stared in amazement. I turned back to her smug face with only one question on my tongue.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Blossom".