The floating fat guy smiled at me and in a huge voice replied something like: "Not just a genie, madam. A grateful genie freed after many centuries imprisonment!" After the last few hours I wasn't sure what reality was anymore, so it felt sort of natural when I asked him if I would now get three wishes. The genie roared with laughter. Someone outside the cave must've heard him because there was a faint shout of "In here!" The ancient fat magician stopped laughing and I started panicking.

"The men outside." said the genie. "Are they seeking to harm you?" No point in messing about at this point I figured, so I said "Harm? They going to fucking kill me!"

"Then," said the big man, "you shall have your wishes. But two, not three. That should be more than enough for a mortal like you." The word mortal struck a chord with me - never in my life have I felt more mortal than at that moment. My dear Uncle's killers had tracked me down. I was as good as dead already. I had no choice but to believe in the genie - at least I had to try him out - I mean, it wasn't like I had anything to lose.

It was time to see what my delicate feminine foot could do. I drew back my right leg and kicked the base of the boulder dead center with about the same force the "old" me would use to kick a stray can down the street.

It was a beautiful sight. It's about a hundred meters from where the gunman was sitting to the breaking waves. The rock flew in a textbook arc to fall with a mighty splash at least a quarter of a kilometer out to sea. After a couple of seconds' flight, the goon with the cigar got separated from his seat. I could hear his scream of shock fading away as he too flew towards the water. With my super eyes, I could see him drop his cigar onto the sand as he passed the shoreline. He landed about thirty meters short of the boulder with a smaller splash. I scanned the surface of the water, but he never resurfaced. I figured it served him right.

I looked at my "new" legs in the early sunlight. So smooth, so long, so shapely - so perfect! And as I know now, so very, very powerful. It was like I'd become some sort of goddess: Incredibly beautiful, seemingly indestructible and unfathomably strong. I was eager to conduct some more experiments. I looked up and down the beach. It's fantastic how my eyes can now pick up tiny details at great distances, even when I'm scanning a huge area at speed. About half a kilometer away I spotted the tip of a man's shoe sticking out from behind a large outcrop of rock. I couldn't see any other sign of human life anywhere, so I figured that the shoe had to belong to either Georgie or the other guy.