How I met my Jeannie

I had had a late night out, drinking you might ask, and I wouldn’t disagree with you. Anyhow I was dead beat, dead drunk probably and fell asleep half undressed and just too tired to even pull the cover over me. And I dreamed.

Did I dream? Well not for long that is for sure. It seems as though I had hardly put my head to pillow when there was a loud knocking at the door. I just couldn’t get up, I just ignored it. The rapping kept beating away at my head. I had to do something about it. Well I did. I fell out of bed onto the floor. How much did I have to drink last night? I painfully got up, made my way to the door and peeked out through the window. Yes, there was somebody there. I gingerly opened the door all bleary eyed and tried to focus on my late night caller. Now I must tell you this I don’t normally exaggerate but she was a stunner and she knew it. “Help me please.” She said “Just let me in for a minute. I am in danger.”

A host of negative signals flashed through my brain, and with her looks, I ignored them totally. I opened the door, she burst in, I closed it. “I’ll make it worth your while“. She said. Not in my present state I thought. It was almost as though she read my mind. She beamed at me seductively. She seemed not to notice my state of undress, the stubble on my face and my foul breath. Her eyes said it all. She said no more words but in their absence she was most persuasive. I heard my voice saying “How can I help?” “You already have” she replied. “Now go back to bed”

I didn’t argue but had enough sense to say “Use the spare room and make yourself a cup of tea” pointing to the kitchen. Her eyes sparkled with laughter. “You are a funny man” she said. I nodded feebly hardly able to stand. The next thing I knew I was back in bed dozing off again oblivious to the world.

The early morning sun shone through the blinds at the window waking me. What happened last night? I must have been out of my mind. I let a complete stranger into the house then went back to bed! I put on my robe and looked around the house. All was quiet. I checked the kitchen then the lounge, everything as normal. Not a soul about. It must have been a dream.

I went into the bathroom, stripped off and got under the shower with the water streaming out of the shower head and comforting me in its warmth. It was a sensual experience just like being wrapped in the arms of a passionate lover! I opened my eyes and there in the shower with me was the girl from last night.

She was in my arms, soft, sensuous, mine! “I told you I would make it worth your while” she said. “I didn’t think you wanted gold or money, but riches of a more lasting kind.” Now who would argue with that?