82 Do Genies Feel Hungry?

"Let's see here," he said, strolling towards the refrigerator. "Mom said there were leftovers from yesterday." He opened up the refrigerator door and took a peek inside. There was a small Tupperware container of leftover spaghetti, but it was about three days old, and not very appetizing. Checking out the pantry, there wasn't much left unless he wanted a well-balanced meal of Cheez-Its, and chewing gum. An idea began to form in his mind.

"Grace? Do you get hungry? Or feel hunger?"

She looked over to where he was. "I can feel hunger, of course. But I don't need to eat to survive. Although, I wouldn't turn down food, since the act of eating his satisfying." A small strand of her hair fell into her face while she was talking. She blew a little air to it, knocking it back to the side of her face. "Did I make that too complicated?"

"Not at all! Do you feel hunger now?"

"I could enjoy some food," she smiled.

"Okay, I have an idea. Since I don't want to subject us to three day old leftovers, let's try this for a wish: I wish for a quick lunch of hamburgers and french fries so that we can get back to sex."

"Hmm, cutting it a little close. But acceptable," grinned Grace. "Done!"

Before he knew it, a small platter of hamburgers appeared on the counter, right next to a large pile of fries.

"Now, we're talking!" He said, excitedly, looking at the array of food in front of them. "I almost thought I might have to explain what hamburgers and french fries were to you."

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Grace reached out and stuck a fry in her mouth, tasting it for the first time, "You might have had to, had I not been able to look in your mind to see what you considered hamburgers and french fries to be. This type of cuisine is completely foreign to what I know."

"What do you think so far? Do you like it?" He asked, while grabbing one of the burgers and taking a bite.

"These french fries? They're incredible! I could eat these all day," she happily stuck another in her mouth.

"Wait until you try the burgers," he mumbled, his mouth still full of food.

Grace grabbed for a nearby burger, and took a small bite. "These are 'eally gud!" She mumbled, while still chewing.

Stephen laughed at her cuteness. Even talking with her mouthful was still adorable to him, but that was just how Grace was. She was perfection, embodied.

"You may have to pull these fries away from me, though, Stephen," she said, while sticking about five in her mouth, and then giving a cheeky smile.

"I'm just glad to know my girl can eat real American food," he grinned.

Grace's eyes softened considerably, and she looked at him completely vulnerable, "Do you really mean that, Stephen? Am I really your girl? Your girlfriend?"

He gave a truly genuine smile and reached out to find her hand. "I'd love that. I mean, as long as you want to? If you'll have me? You fit me so perfectly, and I know, it's only been a day, but I feel like you're my girlfriend already."

She put her food down, and walked around the table to hug him tightly. "Thank you, Stephen. You have no idea what that means to me. To know that you consider me on that level is the highest gift imaginable. I'd be honored to be your girlfriend."

He couldn't help but smile at her. Here he was, with an all powerful sex genie at his beck and call, and easily one of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and yet she was completely humble, no, ecstatic, at the thought of being his girlfriend. As he had so often already today, he said a silent prayer of thank you in his head, so grateful that he was to have her in his life.