Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
(© 2018 by the author)

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Chapter 15

New Years’ Day was a unique experience for us Americans.  Because it was on Sunday, there was no Rose Parade or Rose Bowl Game.  And it was raining in Southern California.  Maji and I released the jinn from their sentence of seclusion so they could enjoy each other’s company.  I have no idea where they went for their time together, our bedroom or the vast ether.  But they were very happy when we saw them later that night. 

Maji and I gave them instructions to find a one-hundred-acre tract of fertile land and forests in the southern part of the United States that would be accessible to a large gay population near a major city and on the edge of a large amount of water, like a river, lake or sea.

Then next morning when we awoke, the two jinn were sitting in mid-air at the foot of our bed and smiling big grins.  “What?” I asked as I opened one eye.  Maji turned over and saw them, then asked, “What’s with them?”

“We have completed our assigned mission,” they said together.  {I hate it when they do that!}   

“What did you find?” I asked.

“We found three places that meet your requirements and would be easy to develop.”  {They did it again!}

“Briefly, and one at a time, please!”

“The closest to this location is on a river, near a great city …” Jamal said, then Arman continued, “… at the edge of a vast forest.  We can take you there.”

“I want coffee and breakfast before I go anywhere …,” Maji grumbled as he got out of bed, “… except to the bathroom.”

“You two stay close by so we can talk more about this after breakfast,” I said as I got out of bed.  “Then I want to hear about the places that you think would be good for us to consider.”

When we came out of the bathroom to dress for breakfast, the jinn duo was sitting exactly where they were before.  They had not moved, except to add a magnificent floating Persian rug to sit on. 

“You gotta be shittin’ me! That’s all we need – a magic carpet to take us to these places.” 

Maji laughed as he retorted, “You took the words right out of my mouth!”

I looked at him, surprised!  “I thought that was just a southern American expression!” I said.

“Arman gives me some colloquialisms occasionally,” he replied casually.  Then he smiled, and I signed ‘Thank you’ to Arman, who grinned broadly.

We got dressed, and as we went downstairs, Maji called back to them, “Why don’t you two arm-wrestle for top this time?  We’ll see you later.”

 After a traditional Kurdish breakfast, which Greta had learned to prepare to perfection, Dildar and Hassan joined Maji and me in the library to talk about the sites our jinn had located.  As we walked into the room, Jamal and Arman were stretched out on the flying carpet, totally naked, arm-wrestling.  Either they were still battling for their first victory or they enjoyed the end results so much they were using the technique to determine who topped and who bottomed all the time now.  Our appearance distracted Jamal, and Arman took advantage of it, beating his lover with an easy win.  Jamal had a classic response. ⁹

لعنت!

That gave us a good laugh.  Then we got down to business.

To be continued...  

⁹ Fuck!

Posted: 10/26/18