"I wish for you to transform into a Middle Eastern babe. You should be... oh, about 5 foot 5 with a figure that won't quit, long curly auburn hair dow... to the waist, dusky skin, and a face like Janet Jackson. You've got a sexy, alto voice, and you're wearing a tiny silk halter, harem pants, and sandals. Oh, yeah, and you smell of cinnamon and cloves." He paused a moment. "That's my wish, djinn, make it so." Now wait a minute... Master," Leo said, but he felt his body tingling all over. Danny. "She's beautiful," Mia said, holding up one of the photos of her mother dressed in a cheerleader uniform wearing a beautiful smile. Mia discarded that photo for another and in turn another. Each picture told the story of Angel's life up until the age of fourteen when Angel left home. Mia could tell from the photos that her mother had been happy, except towards the end when several of the photos depicted Angel feigning a smile. In those photos, Angel was obviously pregnant and the sparkle in her. I still love you but I have to know that in the future you will stand by me and not let other people drive a wedge between us." I really can't explain how this happened," Erica said. "I can only promise that it will never happen again. It was naïve of me to believe that Bill was trying to help you after he began suggesting that we meet for a drink. I should have immediately distanced myself from him when he started trying to get me to go out with him. It was never my intention to do anything. I hadn't meant to say it out loud and hoped she hadn't heard me but since I had I thought fuck it. I stood up a little awkwardly not realising how much the whisky had effected me, and walked slowly towards her. I was now standing almost toe to toe with her looking up at me. "I said you're beautiful", and before I knew what I was doing I leaned down and pressed my lips softly to hers. She just stood there totally still and I heard her masscara drop from her hand to the floor. After the initial.