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head.”
     
    “Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, Master. If you'd like, I will just wish you better?” Jizzy helpfully offered, crossing her arms in anticipation of performing such a wish.
     
    “No! No, no... wishes. At least not right now,” Rick quickly interjected. “Look, I'm going to lay down and get some sleep. You...”
     
    “I will clean if you'd like? Or, I could guard you as you sleep, Master?” Jizzy helpfully suggested.
     
    “Guard me?!”
     
    “Yes, my prior masters always have lots of people trying to kill them, so they can become my new master. I can watch for you, if you'd like? I've become very good at it,” Jizzy explained.
     
    “No, I think I'm all right at this moment. Look... the couch there folds out if you want to crash...”
     
    “Crash? Oh, you mean sleep on the couch?” Jizzy thought out loud.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “Oh, I could sleep with you, Master! Unless... Unless, you do not find me desirable?” Jizzy pouted suddenly, taking a step back and her features wilting before him.
     
    “No, no, are you kidding me!? You're... You're freaken beautiful!” Rick quickly corrected, and he watched her face come back alive in an instant.
     
    “Oh, wonderful, Master! Then let's have lots and lots of kinky sex right now! You can tie me up if you'd like, or pour hot wax all over my body, or throat fuck me until I throw up, or choke me until I almost pass out, or...!”
     
    “No, no, no! Sounds... interesting, but not tonight! Like I said, I need to, uh, just... get some rest and... sleep this off,” Rick quickly interrupted.
     
    “Oh,” Jizzy mumbled, looking confused and a bit awkward now. “Then, I will just wait for you then... wait for you to wake?”
     
    “Super! Great idea! Help yourself to any food in the fridge or cabinets and feel free to watch whatever you'd like on TV,” Rick told her, snaking his way past the intoxicating genie and back into his living room.
     
    “Thank you, Master,” Jizzy replied and bowed.
     
    “All right... All right then... I will... just... get some rest... then,” Rick stuttered, pointing towards his bedroom, which was off a brief hallway from his living room.
     
    With her hands behind her back, Jizzy smiled at him and nodded her head repeatedly at his words while  rocking herself on the balls of her feet.
     
    Turning around and walking into the short hallway heading to both his bathroom and bedroom, Rick still had a hard time believing what was happening was real. As he opened the door to his bedroom, Rick then did a quick double-take behind him, just to make sure everything he had just experienced wasn't some kind of elaborate illusion.
     
    Sure enough, standing in the same place by the table with her bottle behind her, Jizzy smiled at him and eagerly waved, as if he were departing on a long voyage on a sailboat.
     
    “Good night,” Rick hesitantly offered, staring at her skeptically and still thinking her little more than a fabrication of his mind, albeit a extremely sexy fabrication.
     
    “Good night, Master! Sweet dreams!” she enthusiastically returned, still waving.
     
    Nodding and smiling, Rick closed the door behind him, leaned against the door, and then ran his hand over his face. Either he was losing his marbles, or he had just become the luckiest man alive? While he would have loved to think it was the latter, he strongly suspected the former.
     
    “What the fuck is wrong with me!?” he mumbled, thinking all he needed was a good night's sleep.
     
    Without even taking a shower, Rick stayed in his room the rest of that evening, and initially, he tossed and turned and couldn't get to sleep. While he was certain his mind was playing some kind of elaborate hoax on him, his lower member, speaking for his sex-deprived body, definitely hope differently. Eventually, after his dick went through repeated bouts of stiffness, Rick finally managed to fall asleep, and the last images his mind played for him before drifting off