I was at the Farmer’s Market, minding my own business, when I noticed an old brass lamp sitting on the ground. I picked it up and rubbed it. I mean, who wouldn’t?

To my astonishment a genie appeared, although, somewhat disappointingly, not in a puff of smoke. “You got a wish?” he snapped impatiently. Maybe I interrupted his nap.

In a panic, I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “A beautiful blond. On my lap.”

“You got it,” he said, rolling his eyes and doing something with his hands.

And this is what I got.

Honestly? I’m just fine with it.

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Richard Abramson

Richard Abramson

Former IP litigator, former scientific research institute GC; presently teach at Stanford GSB; just released first novel, The Virtues of Scandal