[ WP ] You are a Genie . Someone just released you from you lamp and wished only for their significant other to love them again . Make them regret making that wish .

After a century of bickering with mortals about the'rules' of wish-granting, a genie just has to prove himself right now and again. I mean, you would think that they'd evolve with more sense, but no. It's always this warped idea of love that they want, or the money that would supposedly attain that said love. 
 
 Norman sat in the red Bugatti, clutching his winning lottery ticket. `` And finally, I want Jesse to love me again.'' 
 
 `` God damn it!'' I seethed, `` Did you not hear *any* of what I just told you? They had us memorize the guidelines to wish-granting and you just throw all the clarifications out the spout!'' 
 
 He stared at me, his eyes glazed over like a dead fish. `` I wish it.'' 
 
 `` You know what? Fine.'' Throwing my hands up, I sealed the wish with a dramatic puff of purple dust that probably had long-term consequences for his lungs. `` Take your stupid love affair, and begone! Call me if you need anything.'' With another poof, I vanished. 
 
 Jesse was admittedly an attractive woman, with padded hips and a graceful figure. I could n't blame Norman for wishing her back, but then again, I could n't blame her for leaving him. With his slouching shoulders and terrible haircuts, it was no wonder that she left him. He was out of her league. 
 
 I watched them move in together and get married within a month. It was painful, but sometimes, he just needed a good lesson. I had modeled the magic so that Jesse would never be unhappy; it was the least I could do for her given my job restraints. Although, it was n't even like marriage was a for-life deal anymore. The consequences were somewhat less severe, but there were the whole ethical questions regarding the manipulation of someone's emotions. I would witness the beginning of the fall two months after their overly exuberant wedding. 
 
 `` I want kids,'' Jesse said. 
 
 `` No.'' Norman replied. 
 
 And this conversation went on for a very long time. Each time the topic was brought up, Jesse grew increasingly upset. I figured it was that whole thing about women and their biological clocks. Maybe she broke up with him previously because they were looking for different things. Too bad wishing for love did n't create the perfect relationship- it only offered the emotional attachment. 
 
 Jesse grew angry with Norman's expectations. To him, he thought that he would get the flawless wife of his dreams, that his honeymoon phase would never end. *Ha*, I thought, it never began. 
 
 The couple still loved each other, but Norman was growing irritated. The parts of his wife's personality that made them incompatible continued to exist, but only he felt it. Jesse was being torn in different directions- her own desires, and an unexplainable love for her husband. I pitied her, but I would make up for it later. As for Norman- it was wonderful, the obvious regret. The day would come when he would call for me, asking for another wish, and I would gleefully respond -- 
 
 `` No take-backsies.'' 
 
 `` I thought you were supposed to be a good genie!'' Norman shouted impatiently. 
 
 I rolled my eyes. `` I am. I'm not out to ruin your life. Hell, I warned you.'' 
 
 `` Just... undo it, okay? I do n't even care if I ca n't make a third wish.'' 
 
 Grinning, I drifted closer to his face. `` I told you so.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah.'' Crossing his arms, Norman sulked, like the man-child he was. 
 
 `` Undoing the third wish would be considered a fourth,'' I said, roughly quoting the guidelines to wish-granting. `` But, your wife has n't used hers yet.'' 
 
 Norman's eyes widened, and before he could complain, I summoned Jesse. She appeared in a sparkly cloud, clad in pink pajamas and a bathrobe. 
 
 `` What the hell?'' She said, understandably confused and annoyed, until she saw Norman. As I watched her smile uncontrollably, I prepped myself for her redemption. 
 
 `` Three wishes,'' I responded, handing her the lamp. 
 
 `` Hey!'' Norman cried, `` She has to find it first!'' 
 
 Waving my hand, I dismissed him. `` Nah, that's not in the official rule book.'' 
 
 While he seethed, Jesse alternated between staring at her husband and my glowing, sparkly form. Yep, mortals grew no more polite. Gawking was something that transcended the generations. Jesse turned her eyes to the lamp, deep in thought. 
 
 `` I wish I was promoted at my job,'' she began, and I immediately produced a copy of the new contract she would receive the next day, including the appropriate salary increase. `` And... I wish Vee was back.'' 
 
 `` We do n't mess with the dead,'' I said. I always wanted to break the rules for pets, but the higher-ups had their panties in a bunch regarding the laws of life and death. 
 
 `` Oh, okay,'' she said. Good, at least someone could listen. `` Well, then, I wish to look twenty-seven forever!'' 
 
 Norman seemed to have no problem with this. 
 
 `` And,'' she added, `` I wish that my parents moved here so that I could visit them all the time.'' 
 
 And then, the insolent man known as Norman died.
