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Sanyeel woke up to the sound of the front door opening. Someone shouted a greeting or a warning then started up the stairs.

Her stomach growled and she hoped Hurl was bringing food up. She stood and walked to the edge of the bed, wondering where her clothing had gotten to.

Her tunic was draped over the back of the chair. She had no memory of it moving that far away. That realization made her smile in appreciation.

The door to the third room on this floor opened and shut. Then there were three quick knocks on the one to this room. A strange man asked "Y' decent?" and walked in.

He stopped dead at the sight of Sanyeel. Tiny and naked, she stood in the rumpled sheets of Hurl's bed. She realized that it wasn't Hurl and covered herself as well as she could.

A quick nod of her head was meant to indicate her tunic. "Hit me?" she asked.

"Oh, I'd love to," the stranger said as he walked towards her, hands stretched out.

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Earl was already walking quickly as he returned to the townhouse. When he saw Nigel's car, though, he really picked up the pace.

He burst in through the door, not sure which direction to go first. "Nigel?"

"Earl!" he replied from the kitchen. "In here!"

Earl glanced up the stairs, wondering if Sanyeel had woken up yet, then headed back. His roommate had a big pot on the counter and was measuring some spices into a mortar bowl.

"You have a lot of food," Nigel said as he saw the bag. "Expecting me back early?"

"Uh, it's from Sonny's. Leftovers are just as good." He glanced around the room but didn't see the visitor. "What are you making?" He put the bag down on the table.

"Man, man, man," Nigel said, taking the pestle and crushing whatever he'd measured out. "Tim's mother found out what we were playing and kicked us out. Called us all kinds of names. Then I come home and find that both of our dreams have come true."

"Both?" Earl asked. "You, uh, met Sanyeel?"

"Was that her name?" Nigel shrugged. "I met someone. Your die roll must've been magic. You got your wish, and I got mine, too."

"What's in the pot, Nigel?" Earl asked slowly. He took a step towards the counter by the stove. The pot moved a bit to one side. Neither man was touching it.

Earl stepped slowly across the kitchen. Nigel kept talking. He started slicing some carrots.

"I mean, it was your wish, mostly. But it was my dice. And my picture you were looking at." The slicing sped up and became chopping.

She moved, Earl thought to himself. She's okay, she moved the pot.

"And, you know, the wish was granted for you, first, because she could still be shared after your wish. I hosed her down in the shower." He paused the knife work to rub his inner thigh. "She's a bit of a weasel. Slippery when wet, oh yeah." He grabbed a celery stalk and started hacking away.

Earl placed a hand on the pot. He took a deep breath, offering a silent, wordless prayer. Then he yanked the lid off.

Flexible as he knew she was, he thought it was amazing that Sanyeel fit inside the pot. She was twisted around and folded. The naked little woman lay on her side in the pot. Both knees were under her cheek, her hands were tied to her ankles with kitchen string.

Lots of kitchen string, he noted with a short burst of pride. Took more than a little bit of twine to hold his Sanyeel down.

She had a bruises on her shoulder, hip, ribs and legs. One lip was cut and there was blood at her hairline. Something pink was stuffed into her mouth. He wasn't sure if it was meant as garnish or gag.

But the oddest thing, he noted later, was the herbs. There was a little bundle of something green tied across her chest, held to her sternum. For some reason, that pissed him off the most.

Her eyes were open wide. She flinched when he lifted the lid, then realized it wasn't Nigel. She looked imploringly up at him. He reached down.

The chopping stopped.

"What are you doing?" Nigel asked. "Do you have any idea what it took to get her in there?"

Rather than pull on her, Earl grasped her wrist and held on. It gave her support to lift herself up. Once he could slip a finger under her shoulder he helped her sit up straight.

"What did you do, Nigel?"

"Well, a beautiful woman stands naked on a recently used bed, points to your belt and says, 'Hit me.' It would have been rude not to."

Nigel was waving the knife around while speaking. Earl watched his roommate carefully out of the corner of his eye.

"Hit me is how she says please," he said in a carefully calm voice. "She learned English over a beer." He eased the little fruit out of Sanyeel's mouth and started to untie her.

She spat a bit, then glared at Nigel. Earl tugged the herbs away from her breasts.

"Okay, okay," Nigel said. "You wanna play in the bed with her a few more nights, fine. I'll wait. I wasn't supposed to be home tonight anyway. But tomorrow! Tomorrow I get my wish. I get her."

"Hurl?" Sanyeel said. She didn't need to get his attention, his whole world was centered on her. Their eyes locked. "Deefa capril," she said. "Hurl et Djinni." One finger stabbed out to point at Nigel. "Nes pa Afreet! Affreet Hurl toilet, Hurl!"

Nigel stopped moving around while she spoke. He stood at Earl's shoulder until she finished.

"What did she say?" he asked.

Earl carefully lifted Sanyeel to the counter. She stood shakily, favoring her left leg. "Can you stand?" he asked, letting go of her.

The question prompted Nigel to look closely at her legs to see if she could. He missed Earl grabbing both handles of the pot.

"She says," he translated, "that I get to kick the shit out of you." He lifted the pot and swung.
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