I passed mom, on the way.She patted my head as we breezed by each other. "Good night, son." Shesmiled to herself.I shrugged it off and went through my...evening routine. I had to adjustfor a moment when I saw my normal reflection. Briefly I examined myface, searching for any sign of my earlier transformation.Nothing. Every last bit of makeup was cleaned away. Not even the skinunderneath was stained, let alone blemished. If anything, I don't thinkI had ever seen my skin look so clear. The highly. After lunch I was sent to the local clinic they had set up. They were like a vampire in taking my blood, and watched as I peed in a cup. They took another X-ray of my wrist and an MRI on my mid-section to be sure where I been hit hard by a bad pitch didn't create a tumor.I wanted to do something by two in the afternoon, and couldn't get the other players who were showing up to do anything. This was boring.Joe Maddon saw me and pulled me to the side. "Go find a place to stay tonight if you don't. It was deep and richly spiced, but mixed with a hint of smoke. Her fear was replaced with a strange calming sensation. “I’m a prince; the sixth prince.” He smiled as he crossed his arms. “And what might you be?”“I’m-I’m Jasmine.” She stammered out, discovering it difficult to find the words. “I’m... just a woman. I-I live here.” She added. “Well, n-near here.”Izial reached out and brushed the streak of blue hair from her cheek. She immediately discovered he had a strong influence on her mind;. “Join us, if you want, or not?”“We got to sleep rather late, we’ll be downstairs, eventually, OK?”“Sure thing.”“Who was that?” my lovely sister said stretching her arms out.“Mom and Dad are working out, in the basement, I thought we’d stay here for a while longer, OK?”“Kiss me, please?”Never one to refuse the request of my sister, since she was nine and I was eight, I leaned over her, and we had another one of those magically hot kisses.I moved myself over her with both of my legs between hers,.