Jasmine and Aladdin
"I swear, Genie," Aladdin said after taking another swig of wine. "I don't even know what this one's about."
Nodding, the Genie took the bottle from Aladdin and drank from it too. "Yes," he said after swallowing. "You said that already."
But Aladdin continued as if Genie didn't speak at all. "One moment we were having fun in bed, then I go to the bathroom-the bathroom! For less than ten seconds! And when I come back out she was all upset and she was shouting that I've really become an insensitive jerk and that I don't love her anymore, that she's become a mere habit to me-Genie, I could have sworn I had just given her an orgasm minutes before, so how could she say those things? Huh? What else could she possibly want?"
The Genie made a noncommittal noise in response, which was more than enough encouragement for Aladdin.
"I just can't figure out where all of this is coming from, you know? Is she... is she menopausal or something? She's too young for that, but what if?"
"I hear you, brother," was the Genie's only reply.
"Do you understand me, Genie? What I'm going through? I love Jasmine, really, I do... but I just don't get her anymore..."
The Genie grunted again, which Aladdin took to mean that he should go on and let it all out. While Aladdin babbled on, repeating most of the things he'd already said, the Genie whispered with a devilish gleam in his eyes, "I hear you, brother... loud and clear..."
After draining the bottles he'd brought with him, Aladdin became so smashed that he judged it best to summon the magic carpet instead of simply walking up to his room. The last thing he could remember was falling face-forward on the carpet and ordering it to bring him up to the bedroom where his wife was sleeping. Earlier that night, Jasmine had told Aladdin to get out and sleep with the camels for all she cared, but he'd completely forgotten. He only knew that he wanted to lie down beside her
