Pay the Genie

Scott trudged along the beach while waving his metal detector from side to side. His afternoon walks had yielded little in treasures over the past months, but helped to center him when he felt lost or depressed. His fiance', Denise, had left him for his boss at the firm when Scott had been passed over for a promotion. It wouldn't have been so bad if his boss had been less than seventy years old, or if Scott hadn't walked in on the old man getting a sloppy blowjob from her. Some women just have different priorities than others, and her number one was clearly green and emblazoned with the visage of dead presidents. She never went that far down her throat for Scott anyway, and he believed he would be haunted forever by the lustful and painful combo of feelings that came with the memory of her flushed face, framed by blonde hair and dripping with saliva and precum, warped into a gagging grimace as she struggled to take in that old cock. The old man must have popped a lot of viagra in advance of that encounter.

Scott shook off the memories and continued down the beach. The constant sounds of his metal detector kept him calm. Just when he was about to turn and go back down the beach toward his car he was startled slightly by the higher pitched whine that signaled the detection of an object. The monitor informed him that the object was about the size of a fifty cent piece. Scott knelt in the sand and began digging, first with a trowel and then with his hands. A short time later he held an antique pocket watch.

After clearing off some of the sand Scott was struck by the condition of the piece. It looked new, but he had enough experience with the design of such things to know that pocket watches hadn't been made in that design or of those particular materials for many decades. He took it home to examine it.

Sitting in his kitchen, Scott rolled the watch over and over in his hands. He couldn't figure out how to get it to open. There was no release button on the side and it did not appear to snap open. After twisting and pulling from several different angles Scott started to lose his temper.