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Title: I Dream of...
Author: Courtney
Summary: This is another Bobby and Lindsay fic,
and takes place in the 3rd season. There's a genie and a master and
some fortune cookies and a party and a panda bear and a french maid and
just read.....please?
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: Livvy, Livvy, Livvy - what would
I do without you? Thank you ever so much for editing this and making
the title picture (awesome job!). Also, thanks to everyone that replied
to my "weird story" idea a few weeks ago - for all your encouragement.
This story is for all of you.
Feedback: Can't get enough of it! (blessed_23_83@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DEK
(except Nicholas, The Spauldings, Carter and Melanie). "I Dream of
Jeannie" is a Screen Gems production and it's characters (mentioned in
this story: Jeannie, Major Anthony Nelson, Roger, etc.) belong to them.
Written strictly for entertainment purposes only.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Beeeeep! Beeeeeep! Rrrrreeewwwwee! Rrrrreeewwwwee! Rrrrreeewwwwee!
Bobby quickly switches the radio on in a desperate attempt
to drown out the noise from both in and outside his apartment. Boston
on a Saturday night was expected to be nothing short of tumultuous, but
tonight the city's excessive racket was more than a little out of the ordinary.
Deciding Sinatra was a reasonable choice for a 'listen-while-working'
tune, he drops his hand from the knob and onto the desk, blindly grasping
the cool metal tube of the silver ball-point pen, as his eyes return to
the contents of the open folder before him. He'd been doing the same
thing for the past forty-five minutes and it wasn't getting any more interesting.
This was the last thing he wanted to be doing.
Brrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnngggg! Brrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnngggg!
Bobby drops the pen and stares at the phone. His
gaze shifts from it to the clock and back again. A sexy smile curves
upon his lips as he picks it up on the third ring. "You're late."
"Oh - five minutes, Bobby - please," The woman on the
line says with a hint of annoyance.
"Hey, every minute counts Ms. Dole."
"Don't start with me, Bobby Donnell," she warns, "Besides
- you were late last time."
"Bu - ah -" he stammers.
"Bu- ah - what?" She mocks him.
"Nevermind. I forgive you."
"Oh, thank God, because I was really afraid I'd lose sleep
over this."
He shakes his head and leans back in the chair. "You know
-"
"No, I don't know. So, why don't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"What you're wearing. And you'd better do it right
this time. No stone left unturned..no detail cast aside..."
"Oh, and you -"
"Tick, tick, tick - time is money and especially in this
case."
"Right. The cross-state-line thing."
"Come on, already. I'm hanging up in 5...4...3..."
"Jeans...Hillfigure, blue...no socks...um, a long-sleeved
cotton shirt - white. You?"
"A sleeve-less red v-line blouse...black capris...black
sandals...hair down."
"Jewelry?"
"Diamond studs...no necklace."
"Mmmm. Hold on, let me get a mental picture..."
"Bobby!"
"Sorry. What's next?"
"You should know, we've done this enough times."
He thinks a minute, then jumps up. "Ah-hah! Where
are you?"
"Bingo. I'm on the sidewalk, on the way to my taxi."
"What are you doing?"
"I just picked up some Chinese take-out. I'm starved.
How about you?"
"Food wouldn't be a bad thing, actually..."
"I KNEW it!! I bet you haven't eaten since lunch.
You got wrapped up in work and neglected your nutritional needs.
You're probably sitting at your desk right now."
"You know me so well." He smiles. She did...more
than anyone ever had before.
"You really should go get something."
"I will...after our date."
"Okay..."
"I've been looking forward to this all day..." He
whispers to her, looking longingly at her picture resting beside the lamp.
"Me too..."
"I miss you..." He reaches out and takes the frame in
his hand, using his fingers to trace over it lightly.
"I miss you, too..."
"Don't get me wrong - I love these conversations we have
everynight, but...the sound of your voice...as wonderful as it is...it's
not enough." He pauses, closing his eyes momentarily. "I want to
see you....I need to see you."
"I'm not that far away," she giggles.
"What - do you want me to catch the ten-thirty flight?"
He muses.
"No..."
"No?" He laughs.
Before he can respond further, the doorbell rings. "Hold
on a minute, baby. Someone's at the door."
Bobby moves the speaker away from his mouth, unlocks the
door and pulls it open. He couldn't believe what was standing before
him.
"Who is it?" She purrs into the phone as she flashes him
a sexy grin, pleased at his surprise.
"Uh -"
Lindsay shuts off her phone and pushes it into her purse.
"Well, aren't you gonna let me in? These bags aren't getting any
lighter ya know."
Bobby smiles, presses the "off" button on his phone and
throws it onto the sofa. He takes Lindsay's suitcases and sets
them inside, motioning for her to follow. She closes and locks the
door, then sets the food and her purse down on the table in the corridor.
Before she can do so herself, a hand lands on her shoulder and turns her
around, gently forcing her against the door.
Bobby begins kissing her feverishly, and she responds
within seconds. Lips meet, open, tongues meet and dance.....lightly
touching and tasting....savoring the moment...never wanting to stop.
The need for air causes them to break.....his hands caressing her cheeks
as their foreheads rest against each other.
"I can't believe you're here. I missed you so much."
"Bobby," she laughs, "I wasn't gone that long."
"Two weeks and four days is very long!"
"Yeah, but I was supposed to be gone for three weeks."
"But you decided that you couldn't live one more day away
from me, right?"
"Hah! I hate to break this to you, Bobby, but my
brother got called away to South Carolina on business and my sister-in-law
took their kids to see her mother - I HAD to leave."
"Oh." His smile falls and his hands leave her face.
"Awww, you big baby. I was only kidding."
She kisses him tenderly. "I missed you, too."
Lindsay grabs Bobby's hands and whispers something into
his ear, then gives him a kiss that tells him exactly how much he
was missed. Moaning, his arms encircle her waist and he deepens her
kiss. Their kisses become more and more demanding....their passion
growing to the point of no return. His hands leave her waist and
trace over her body: arms...elbows...breasts...hips...thighs - thrilling
chills bolting down her spine in reaction. They trail slowly to the
backs of her thighs, urging her legs up and around his waist. Bobby
starts walking them toward his room, when Lindsay pulls away. "Wait."
"Wha - what? What's wrong?" He says breathlessly.
"I'm hungry."
"Yeah?" He grins, then kisses her. "So am I..."
He kisses her again, resuming his journey to the bedroom.
"No," she pulls away again. "I mean, yeah...but
I need food more."
"Oh, please tell me you're joking," he groans.
"I wish I was, but...I'm not, Bobby. My stomach
keeps growling."
"Do you want me to growl?" He puts on a serious face.
She laughs. "I'm sorry."
"Hummmm...." Reluctant, he sighs - but complies,
helping her to her feet. "You're killing me, Lindsay."
"I know. Sorry." She kisses him. "I'm dying
here, though. But I promise you - give me twenty minutes and
it'll be worth the wait."
Their eyes meet briefly. He nods, then heads into
the kitchen. "You get the bag, I'll get the plates. Meet me
on the sofa."
"Deal." She grabs the bag and moves into the living
room, setting it on the coffee table, before sitting on the edge of the
couch.
"Heineken, okay?" He asks as he sits beside her.
"Yeah." He hands her a bottle. "Thanks."
They start removing the cartons and set them on the table.
Lindsay takes the tops off and lays out the menu.
"All right...we've got sweet and sour chicken...shrimp
fried rice...a few eggrolls, and some fouton soup."
He smiles at her as he finds it, then teasingly hovers
it over her rice.
"Bobby!" She screeches, moving back into the cushions.
He laughs, finishes his plate, then joins her. He
finds the remote and begins channel surfing.
"Tonight, TVLand presents the 'I Dream of Jeannie'
marathon. Eight hours of classic Jeannie episodes chosen online by
YOU. Up next is the series' pilot - 'The Lady in the Bottle'..."
"What do you think?" Bobby looks at Lindsay.
She shrugs her shoulders. "Works for me."
They eat and watch in silence for a few minutes, the occasional
laugh from either of them breaking it slightly.
"Napkin?" Lindsay holds up one, expecting Bobby
to take it, but he pays her no mind. She looks up at him: his face
is glued to the tv set. She glances at the screen, and back at him,
then swats him. "Bobby!"
"Huh? What?" He looks at her, dazed.
"I said - 'napkin'?"
"Oh. Yeah, sure." He reaches for it, but she
gives him a funny look and pulls it back. "What are you doing?"
"Got something you wanna tell me?"
"What?" He looks confused.
"About a *certain* genie??"
"No."
"Come on, Bobby. Your eyes were burning a hole in the
television screen about five seconds ago."
"Oh, please."
"What - 'oh, please'?!"
"I was just looking - and besides, you have no
room to talk. I can't count the number of times I had to snap your
jaw closed when a *certain* Tom or Brad were on."
"Well - I - I'm a woman!"
"And I'm a man!"
"You mean to tell me you find her attractive?"
"Well, I don't normally go for blondes...but she's definitely
an exception."
"What is it - the outfit?"
"Could be. It's very revealing and...."
"And?"
"And...sexy."
"Sexy?!" She exclaims.
"Yeah. I don't think there's a normal red-blooded
male out there who wouldn't love to be 'smoked' into that bottle with her
for a few hours..."
"Okaaaaay...I think that'll do."
"But I'll tell you one thing."
"I'm not sure I want to know..." she groans.
Bobby puts his plate down, then moves closer to Lindsay,
looking her in the eye. "I'd rather be locked away in a bottle with
you anyday."
"I'll bet. Nice save."
"I mean it."
Lindsay gazes into those gorgeous blue eyes, searching
for truth in his words. She looks at him seriously.
He smiles and brushes her hair away from her face.
"Yes. Of course."
She continues staring at him.
"Fortune cookies."
Confused, she shakes her head. "Hmmm?"
"Fortune cookies - you got fortune cookies, right?"
"OH - yeah, yeah."
Lindsay leans forward and puts her plate on the table,
then grabs two cookies from the pile.
"Here." She hands him one.
They open the wrappers and break the cookies. Without
reading the messages, they pull the papers out and switch.
"Remember to add on 'in bed'. You go first,"
he urges her.
"No - you. I went first last time."
"Fine.....'Good fortune is coming your way," he laughs,
"in bed.'"
"Mmmmmm.....really now?" She grins.
"You have NO idea."
"I think I might..." she giggles.
"Nevermind. Your turn."
"Okay..." she reads it to herself and gasps.
"What? What does it say?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Yes!"
She re-reads it and laughs. "No...I can't.
Let me get another one, okay?"
"No! Tell me what it says."
"Uh-uh." She shakes her head.
"Lindsay..." He tries to snatch it, but she leaps
off the couch. He chases her. "No! Bobby, no!"
He catches her and and throws her over his shoulder, surprising
her - forcing her to drop it.
"Ah-hah!" He tightens his grip on her and bends
down to get it. "'To achieve a great goal...." he reads the rest
silently, then aloud, laughing, "one must bring along duct tape...in bed.'"
Bobby roars with laughter, feeling Lindsay shake in hysterics
against him. "That could be interesting..." She pinches him
on the butt and he winces. "Ow!" He shifts forward quickly,
causing her to shriek. "Yup, it certainly could. I think I
just might have a roll somewhere...let's go check."
In a fit of giggles, Bobby runs into his room, Lindsay
gripping onto him desperately.
Thursday afternoon - Donnell, Young, Dole and Frutt.
Lindsay sits at her desk, looking over her court-ordered case she received
that morning. Bobby was in court with Eugene, and Ellenor and Jimmy
were meeting with clients in the conference room, and Bec was on her three
week vacation, so, it was just her and Lucy in the front office.
Lindsay looks up from the file and smiles at Lucy as she
sets a steaming cup of coffee on her desk. "You read my mind, Lucy.
Thanks."
"No problem. It's good to have you back. I
haven't really gotten the chance to say it, since you've been in court
or something all week."
"Yeah. Thanks. It's good to be back."
"Bobby's been unbearable....next time you leave, you should
take him with you."
Lindsay smiles and they laugh.
"Do you need anything else?"
"No. I'm fine."
"Okay, well....just let me know if you change your mind."
Lindsay smiles and nods. Lucy walks back to her
desk to catch the ringing phone.
"Donnell, Young, Dole and Frutt.....yes, well, Mr. Donnell
is in court right now, but Ms. Dole is right here. One moment, please."
She looks over at Lindsay. "Line two."
"Who is it?"
"Some guy looking for you or Bobby. Says you come
recommended."
"Okay." She picks up the phone and presses '2'.
"This is Lindsay Dole, how can I help you?"
"My name is Nicholas David. I'm an accountant...rather
I was an accountant at Thomas & Associates, and I want to sue
my former employer for wrongful termination. I'm in need of an excellent
attorney. I'm told you and Mr. Donnell are the best."
"Okay, Mr. David, why don't we make an appointment to
meet and discuss your claim?"
"That's fine. When are you available?"
"Let me transfer you back to our assistant, Lucy.
She'll notify you of the best time to conference."
"Thank you, Ms. Dole."
"You're welcome. I'll see you soon."
She transfers the call back to Lucy, then goes back to
her work. She looks up again as Bobby and Eugene walk in. "How'd
it go?"
"Fine. We're recessed until tomorrow morning,"
Bobby says as he checks his messages.
Eugene moves in front of Lindsay's desk. "Ellenor
and Jimmy still with The Spauldings?"
Before Lindsay can respond, the conference room door opens
and they file out.
"So, we'll see you in court next week." Ellenor
says to the couple as they walk towards the door.
"Of course. Thank you, Ms. Frutt...Mr. Berluti."
They walk out as another man walks in. He is tall,
with thick, black hair and wearing a dark blue three-piece suit.
He shuts the door behind him, turning heads as his presense is made known.
"Carter!" Bobby shakes hands with his friend and
fellow defense attorney - Rick Carter.
"How's it going, man?"
"Pretty good. You know everyone, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. How are you guys? Ellenor, Jimmy,
Eugene, Lindsay..." he nods as he says each of their names.
"This is our assistant, Lucy Hatcher." Bobby motions
toward her.
"Miss Hatcher.....it's a pleasure."
Lucy smiles and stands, extending her hand seductively.
"Call me Lucy. And the pleasure is all mine."
Bobby clears his throat and glares at Lucy. Her
smile fades and she lowers herself back into her seat.
"Carter, how's Melanie?" Lindsay asks, in attempt
to ease the tension.
"She's great."
"Have you set the date?"
"Yeah. July 29th."
"I better get an invitation."
"You know you will. In the mean time, you and Bobby
should double-date with us again sometime."
"Sounds good to me. Last time was fun." Bobby
smiles at Lindsay and Carter.
"Sure was. But listen.....I really should get to
why I came. I've got a court date in fifteen."
"Anything the matter?" Ellenor asks.
"Oh, no. Mel and I were talking the other night
about what to do for our engagement party. You know how we always
have to do something out of the ordinary?"
"Yeah. I think we all remember the night you guys
got up on the stage at The Handlebar and sang 'I Honestly Love You' to
each other in front of about seventy people," Ellenor says, causing
the others to laugh.
"It was her birthday - we were drinking!"
"Yeah, well, drunk or not...." Jimmy mumbles.
"ANYWAY - back to what I was saying. We decided
to do things a bit different from the traditional style. Both our
families want to throw separate parties for us and so, this is a 'friends
only' gala. And it's going to be a costume party."
"A costume party?" Bobby laughs.
"Yeah. That's how we met. At Dennis Worthy's
birthday bash/costume party. Remember? I was Simba -"
"And she was Nala," Everyone (minus Lucy and Carter) chimes
in unison.
"Yes, we've heard the story enough times, so, that even
if we weren't there - we'd still know about it." Ellenor says, rolling
her eyes.
"I think it's a great idea, Carter. Different -
but sweet." Lindsay smiles at him.
"Thank you, Lindsay. I think it's going to be a
very memorable night.......in more ways than one." He laughs. "I
can't wait to see what some of you jokers are gonna be wearing. I'll
have about ten rolls of film ready." He looks at his watch. "Oh,
look at the time - I've got to go. Uh, the party's in two weeks -
at the Hilton - on Friday night at eight o' clock. See you guys then."
"Carter - one question?" Bobby catches his arm.
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you just mail out invitations?"
"Oh. Another part of the 'breaking with tradition'
plan. Mel's idea. Gotta go."
They laugh as he runs out of the office.
Bobby walks over to Lindsay. "Can I talk to you?"
"Yeah."
She gets up and follows him into his office. He
closes the door.
"What's up?"
"This costume party...you want to go?"
"Yeah. It sounds like a good time. Why?"
"I figured you did. I was just curious as to whether
you wanted to dress up as a couple...ya know, like Mickey and Minnie..."
They laugh. "or just do our own thing."
"Well, we have two weeks to figure it out, but...I'd like
to do our own thing. Maybe we could even surprise each other."
"OH....." Bobby grins and puts his arms around her.
"That's an idea."
"A good one?" She smiles, her eyes twinkling.
"Yeah..." He nods, then leans down to kiss her.
"Bobby...." she pulls back "we're at work....and the blinds
are open."
"That never stopped us before...but -" He lets her
go, walks over to the blinds and closes them. "There, better?"
"Yeah.....but we're still at work, and -"
Bobby hushes her with a mind-blowing kiss. Lindsay
giggles as he moves them over to the couch. They continue kissing
as they fall back onto it.
Two weeks later. On the night of Carter and Melanie's
engagement party, Bobby drives up in front of the Hilton and puts his brake
on. The young man on duty opens his door and he steps out, invitation
in hand. He smiles, handing 'Thomas' - as his name tag read - the
keys: he loved valet parking. He and Lindsay had decided to
meet at the party - well, Lindsay decided. She was still working
and insisted that he should go ahead without her, so, only one of them
would be late.
After showing his invitation to the doorman, Bobby walks
into the party, immediately greeted by the happy couple.
"Bobby!" Melanie hugs him. "I'm so glad you came."
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world. Congratulations."
"Thanks. Love the costume."
"Yeah, well, Lindsay has a thing for Zorro...so...."
"Where is she? I didn't see her come in,"
Carter says, curious.
"She's still in court. She should be here soon."
"Court, huh?" Melanie smiles.
"Yeah...what's with the smile?"
"Oh, nothing. Lindsay and I had lunch the other
day.....and well....." she giggles "Let's just say, I think you're gonna
have a lot of fun tonight, Bobby. Talk to you later. Mingle."
Mel hooks her arm with Carter's and smiles teasingly at
Bobby as they walk away. Bobby looks helplessly at Carter, and he
shrugs his shoulders.
Bobby finds the spot from which the entrance is best viewed,
anxiously awaiting Lindsay's arrival. He talks with friends as they
pass, but never moves from his position. A waiter comes by with a
tray of champagne, and he grabs a glass. He laughs as he notices
Jimmy "the panda" and Lucy "the french maid" walk in, heading his way.
"Oooooohhhhh nice, Bobby. You pull off Zorro very
well." Lucy winks at him.
"Thank you, Lucy." He says a bit embarrassed. "You
look good, too. Jimmy..."
"Don't say a word to me, all right? This is not
just a costume, it's a lost bet. Don't ask."
"Okay..."
"Where's Lindsay?" Lucy asks, looking around.
"She's running late, but she'll be here."
"Oh. So, that means I can have a dance?" Lucy
grins, stepping closer to Bobby.
He steps back. "No. Lindsay gets the first
dance. Sorry Luce. Why don't you dance with Jimmy?"
"Why didn't I think of that? Jimmy?" She takes
his arm, and looks at Bobby. "By the way, Ellenor and Eugene aren't
coming..."
"Why not?"
"Eugene has Kendell and Ellenor's out of town for the
weekend - for her sister's birthday."
"Oh, okay. What about Bec? Did she call back?"
"Yeah. She said to tell you to give the couple her
best wishes, but she wouldn't go to a costume party even if she was home,
so, she wasn't about to cut her vacation short to go to one."
Bobby chuckles. "All right then. Anything
else?"
"That's it, boss."
Lucy winks at Bobby and leads Jimmy to the dance floor.
Bobby watches them go, then turns around and nearly drops his glass.
There she stood, grinning at him from ear to ear, arms folded in a perfect
imitation of the character to which she was playing for the night.
"Cat got your tongue......Master?"
Bobby's glass tips over and the liquid drips onto the
floor, his mouth agape. His eyes slowly scan her body - from head
to toe: she wore the exact outfit - pink shawl wrapped around her
head, held up by the red crown....hair fixed in a high pony tail; a tiny
band of pink material covers her chest...a small short-sleeved jacket pulled
over her shoulders - red with a pink trim; then, nothing......nothing but
bare flesh.....her cute belly button....and finally the pants - red at
the top, but pink....sheer pink......all the way down to her feet - covered
with jewel-glittered slippers. Millions of thoughts were running
throughout his mind, but the only complete one went something like, "Jeannie
who?"
"How does it look? Did I get it right?"
"Did you -" he laughs "You got it, all right.
You look incredible." He smiles, looking over her again - very satisfied.
"How did you -"
"You can get anything online."
"Apparently so. Wow...."
Lindsay blushes. "You, too. Zorro." She grins
and puts her hand on his chest. "You remembered."
"Yeah. So, it looks okay?"
"Better than that. Can I get a kiss from the 'great'
Zorro?"
"Mmmmmmmmm......."
He leans down and they kiss......forgetting about anything
and everything else.....including the fact that they are in a public place.
Bobby's hands run along her bare back, and Lindsay moans, throwing her
arms around his neck.
"Eh, hemmmmm....."
They jump away from each other and turn red in the face,
as Melanie and Carter look on amused.
"So, I take it Bobby enjoyed your surprise, Lindsay?"
"You might say that....." Lindsay mumbles, looking down,
smiling to herself.
"It looks really good," Mel comments.
"Yeah it does. Extremely....." Carter catches
his mistake and looks at his fiance'. "Of course, not as good as my amazing
lady here. I love you. Have I told you that lately? Honey.....sweetie....."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'd better think of some new
ones, too - dear."
"Lindsay. Bobby. Enjoy yourselves."
"We will. Congratulations you two."
"Thanks."
As they walk away, Lindsay watches them....and Bobby watches
her. She turns to meet his grin. "What?"
"Nothing. Just 'enjoying' myself."
Lindsay smiles. "Really now?"
"Uh, huh." He takes her arm. "So....you think
you can 'blink' us onto the dance floor?"
"Where are we?" Bobby asks.
Lindsay giggles as Bobby stumbles along beside her - blindfolded.
"Come on, Lindsay. It's not funny. What the hell's going on?"
"Shhh....hold on would ya?"
Lindsay unlocks Bobby's apartment door, and pushes it
open, leading Bobby inside. She holds onto his arm, guiding him towards
the bedroom. They reach the door, and Lindsay stops.
"Okay, Zorro. Wait right here. Don't move."
"Wha -"
He reaches out for her, but it's too late....she's all
ready gone. "Lindseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" She doesn't answer.
He waits. A few minutes pass, and she's back.
"Okay....." She walks inside his room, stopping
him at the threshhold. "Take off your blindfold."
Bobby unties the blindfold, and rubs his eyes. It
was his room.......but it wasn't. Long strands of pink, purple, orange,
green and blue beads were hanging along the walls.....pink candles lit
along the floor....his comforter was missing from his bed and replaced
with a satin pink blanket, gold, blue and pink satin throw pillows and
Lindsay.....lying enticingly along it. Bobby shakes his head, smiling.
He walks over to her, and lays beside her.
"I know this isn't a bottle, but -"
He grabs her and kisses her. "It's wonderful.
I can't believe you did this."
"Yeah, well, I thought you might like it."
"Like it?! I love it."
"Is it like you imagined it........in your fantasy?"
"No....." she looks disappointed "Better. Ten times
better."
She smiles. "I'm happy you're pleased, Master."
"I could get used to this 'Master' thing....." he grins.
She smiles and laughs softly. "Yeah,well......don't."
His face falls and he tries to speak, but she places a finger to his lips.
"I don't seem to remember you mentioning any arguments in your fantasy...or
any talking of any kind for that matter."
"That's because there wasn't any."
"Then why are we?"
"Good question."
Lindsay laughs before he kisses her.
"Hey......one question."
"Hmmm?"
"You got a fantasy?"
"Yeah...."
"Remind me to ask ya know.....after...."
"Okay....."
"You promise? Cuz if you don't, I don't wanna hear
anything -"
"Bobby?"
"Huh?"
"Remember the one when Jeannie threatened to leave her
master cuz he never shut up?"
"No."
"Well, I DO!"
Bobby catches her warning tone and all verbal conversation
ceases. To sum up the remaining events of the night......let's just
say the genie granted her master's every wish and....he granted all of
hers, too.
She hands him his chopsticks, then fixes her plate.
"I got soy sauce, too. It's in there somewhere. Help yourself,
cuz you know I hate it."
"You really do...don't you?"