This scene was supposed to appear somewhere in the unfinished later chapters of LMA. I now present it to you for your enjoyment (?).

Danny opened the door to his room and went inside. Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it with his eyes closed and let out a loud sigh. It had been one helluva day, with no less than three ghost girls, one of whom was his clone and genetic daughter, chasing him and ravishing him all over the place. With help from Tucker and Amorpho, he had managed to avoid the three girls, although for how long, he couldn’t say.

“Rough day?” A voice asked him.

“You have no idea.” He answered. Registering that the voice was female and coming from his bed, his eyes snapped open. The sight that was waiting for him caused his eyes to not only nearly pop out of his head, but his jaw to hang open and almost hit the floor.

There, lying on his bed and wearing naught but an emerald green silk bathrobe, was his older sister. Jazz’s hair, normally held back by a blue headband, was hanging loose, framing her face with her auburn locks. Danny’s eyes trailed down from her face, to the smooth skin on her throat, down towards her bosom, which, due to the fact that her bathrobe was half-open, revealed that she was most definitely NOT wearing a bra. Danny gulped. Turning around, he was about to open the door when a green wall of light shimmered to life, blocking the door. He turned and saw his sister holding a remote control.

“It’s a little something of Mom’s that I modified. It creates a cube the size of a room which lasts for an hour and lets nothing get in or out. So, little brother… We’re more or less trapped in Continue reading →