Sawyer rub the bottle until was completely clean. Purple smoke filled his living room. So surprised by the purple smoke that Sawyer dropped the bottle. Quickly he grabbed the bottle in midair saving it from crashing to the floor. His piercing blues eyes went wide as a beautiful raven hair women appeared before him. She was stunning dressed in what seemed to be a purple belly dancer outfit. Or at least that what it look like to him. Not that he was complaining. Shaking his head. This seem be bit unreal to him.<br/>A woman. A quite beautiful woman just appeared out of thin air. Well not then air. Purple air he corrected himself. Calling him master. Saying that she could grant him three wishes. This was so unbelievable  strange. It brought to mind the old sixty or was it seventy show . He didn’t know what decade the show was from. He had a seen a clip of it when was chancel surfing the other day. Then a song popped into his mind.<br/><br/>“ I Dream of Genie” He said under his breath as the show’s name came to him. He slumped down to his couch. Ranning a hand through his short brown hair. This wasn’t real. Was it? No this sort of thing only happen in movies or t.v shows. Yet here was this beautiful woman before him. Realizing he was being rude.  He stood up.<br/>“Forgive my bad manners. This is a bit of a shock.  My mother would skin me alive if she knew I was being so rude.  Call me Sawyer, Sawyer Flynn that is my name.  Please Jasmine,I rather you not call me master. Please have a seat “He gestured to the seat behind her. He took his seat on the couch across from her only went down when she took her seat. Place her bottle very gently on the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. He looks at her. Not know just what to make out of all this. He had so many questions running through his head. Where to start?<br/><br/>He thought about what she said about the wishes. Like anyone. Money came to mind first. Sure money would come handy with his rent coming due next.  Why ask just enough the cover the rent. She said he could have anything he wishes for. Beside he was real sure this was real. If this was real and he ask the money, the feds would be very curious as to where the money came from.  No Sawyer thought I rather work for my money than have audit. He still wasn’t sure if the was real. It could be just a dream.<br/>“How do I know this real” He gesturted to the bottle then to her .” That you are real  for that matter. That this  isn't some kind of weird  dream. A figment of my imagination. "