As he gazed upon her, he was in complete awe of the beautiful young woman who held his bottle so carefully in her delicate hands. Her emerald green eyes, the very window to her angelic soul, would have put the rarest gemstones to shame. While the fiery embers of her cascading hair, framed her face perfectly. She was beautiful, but he always knew she would be. And now, after patiently waiting sixteen years, she would finally be his.

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"Hope?" Asked John. "Are you alright?'

"I-I'm fine." She replied. "I guess for a split second, I heard someone, or something. Maybe it came from the bottle? I don't know. Do you think if I were to rub this bottle, that Barbara Eden would pop out?"

"I assume, you're referring to the "I Dream of Jeanie' tv series." Said John as he smiled at her. "I'm afraid not."

"Well I guess that's a major disappointment to you." She replied with a slight chuckle. "I do believe that was everyman's fantasy."

"Actually I was more of a Ginger from Gilligan's Island man myself." He told her.

"Really?" She laughed. "I always thought that most guys liked Mary Ann."

"That's just what we tell our mothers." He whispered, as he smiled at her once again. He then playfully bopped her on the nose with his index finger.

"It'll he our secret." She whispered back at him as she also smiled.

"Well, I have enjoyed this little conversation." He told her. "But unfortunately I must be going, until we meet again my lady." With that he bent down, and kissed her hand. Hope couldn't help but laugh.

"You're laying it on a little thick." She told him. "Don't you think?"

"Perhaps." He told her as he gave her a smile. "But if I made you smile, it was worth it. But all kidding aside. If you need anything from me, not just legal advise, I will be more than happy to be at your service."

"I'll keep that in mind." She said with a smile. He was a s charming as he was handsome. But in all likelihood he was in his thirties, and she was only eighteen. Probably not something that could come to fruition. He gave her a quick smile, before telling her goodbye, and went off to do whatever it is that lawyers do.

Hope looked at the bottle, and marveled at it's detail. How were her parents able to afford it, if they bought it before they became wealthy? She then took top off of the bottle, and looked inside.

"Are there any genies in there?" She asked, "Nope, I guess not." She then put the top back in the bottle, and reluctantly returned to the reception for her parent's memorial.

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After the reception, and the caterers cleaned up their mess, Hope decided that she was just too tired to deal with anything more that day. So even though it was still pretty early, she decided to go to bed. But for some reason she felt the need to see the bottle again.

As she made her way into the study, she couldn't help but feel drawn to it. As she gently picked it up, she lightly brushed her fingers over the intricate details. What was it made of? She then softly tapped her fingernails against it, as it made a light clickety clack sound. What was she trying to do, work on an ASMR video?

Hope carried the bottle up to her room, and put it on the night stand next to her bed. She just stared at it for awhile. What was so fascinating about it? Maybe because it did remind her of a bottle from Genie folklore. With that she let out a loud yawn, and turned off the lamp on the night stand. It was soon afterwards, that she fell asleep.

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"Hope!" She heard a strange voice whisper. "Come to me Hope, let me make all of your dreams come true!"

All of a sudden, she woke up startled. But to her surprise she wasn't in her bedroom. Where the hell was she? Wherever is was, it was completely dark and void of anything

"You're inside the bottle." she heard a masculine voice say. "Or at least your unconscious mind is."

All of a sudden a handsome man stood before her, however his skin was green.

"Who-who are you?" She asked as she began to feel frightened. He looked at her, and smiled as he started to move towards her. Now feeling terrified, she started to back away.

"Don't be afraid, my dear." He told her, as he gently reached out to her. "I have no intention of hurting you."

"How-how is possible that my unconscious mind can leave my body, unless-?", she cried. "Am I dead, did you kill me?"

"Now that would truly be a waste." He told her, as he seemed to have a look of longing in his eyes. "You're so beautiful my dear."

All of a sudden, she felt as though she couldn't move. She could feel herself trembling, as he made his way over to her. He gazed upon her, with a lustful smile as he held her chin.

"Then how?" she asked again.

"Your soul is still in your body." He told her. "But the unconscious mind is capable of traveling as far as across the universe. But I only brought you as far as inside the bottle. It a place in which I have total control. I can create any world in here that I wish, or any world that you would wish."

He then let go of her chin, and closed his eyes. All of a sudden the darkness faded, and she could hear what sounded like large amounts of water flowing. Then before her very eyes, they were sounded by a tropical paradise. The crowing jewel of the beautiful scene, that was laid out before, was an amazing waterfall.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"It's beautiful!" She replied as looked upon the vision before her in astonishment. "But why are you showing me this?"

"Because I wanted to show you how I can make you happy." He replied. "I wanted to show you that I can make all of your dreams come true. I am for you Hope, and now we're finally together."

With that he leaned in for a kiss, and she did not fight him as his lips met hers. In reality, it was her first passionate kiss. Being sent away to an all girl's boarding school left little opportunities for dates. But it was everything she ever imagined, as she eagerly returned her passion.

Then, all of a sudden she heard his voice inside her head. "Forever....!"

Hope immediately woke up, startled from her sleep.

What a crazy dream I had last night!

She then looked at the clock on the wall.

Nine A.M.? What the hell? Did i really just sleep thirteen hours? What am I, four?

With that she got up, and hopped into the shower. As she washed herself, she slowly began to rub her body. The dream she had was not only sensual, but it felt so real. As she gently touched the erogenous parts of her body, she could feel herself becoming aroused. Her first sex dream, and it was about a genie.

Next time I have a dream like that, I'll try to stay asleep longer. Then maybe I'll be able to give in.

Hope got dressed, threw on some make-up, went downstairs, and then made some cereal for breakfast. Even though her parents had money, they never hired live in help. They just hired a cleaning service to come in, and thoroughly clean everything once a week. So, as usual, she was alone.

I have a lot to think about. I'm going to have to get back to school soon, I still need to graduate. But what will I do with this house.

She could feel a cat that ate the canary grin slowly spread across her face.

Oh damn! She thought while being sarcastic. I guess that means I have to call John Beckman.

Delighted to have a reason to talked to him, she raced towards the phone. But before she reached it, the doorbell rang.

Oh crap! Who could that be? Oh, it's probably the cleaning service.

As she made her way over to the front door, she looked out the peephole. Standing outside was a very handsome looking, but a very much older man. He looked to be in his forties, but he was still extremely good looking. When girls her age dream about men his age, he had the kind of face they would usually fantasize about.

As she opened the door, the man looked at her, and smiled.

"Hello." He said as he extend his hand. "You must be hope. My name is Michael Davenshire. But please, feel free to call me Uncle Mike,"