Distracted and disturbed, you look around the beach. Surely someone saw this happen. Casting his gaze up and down the beach, Jack saw no-one was paying him the least attention. He was just another man in his forties walking on the beach.
Tugging at his shirt, the residual sense of decency lingered. He didn't want to be flaunting that impressive bust. It was just a memory now, a darting glance confirmed. No trace of the aching shoulders that came with 'the girls'. But, it remained incredibly vivid and unsettling.
Musing on what to wish for, he stroked his chin. The beard a reminder of the familiar, that and the masculine jaw line.
Genie just looked so biddable and eager to serve.
Seeing all the younger flesh on display, their vibrant youth and vitality, a memory of being in his twenties resurfaced, a faint smile at the recollection.
"Okay, Genie. I wish I was twenty years younger and fit in on this beach."
She excitedly nodded as soon as she heard the magic word. Almost bouncing with energy, the smile on her face a mile wide. When he finished speaking, she solemnly closed her eyes, and with a quick jerk nodded her head just once.
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