”The two combatants began to circle, each weighing and measuring the other. Logan suspected that he had the advantage of height, reach, and probably...greater strength. Judging by the demon’s moves, he suspected she was far quicker and was no stranger to knife fighting.That was bad news. Combat with short blades was a brutal, ugly business under the best of circumstances, which this was not. Anyone with training or experience understood one simple, ugly truth about knife fights. The loser bleeds. I dropped my towel and got a pair of shorts,but before I could put them on, there was a flash--and my underwear slowlymorphed into a pair of panties! What the hell? I thought. They were pink andhad little frilly edges. I took them off and they turned back into my normalunderwear. Was that a hallucination? I wondered. I tried a different pair,and the same thing happened. Definitely not a hallucination, I told myself,giving myself a little slap to make sure I was awake. I took off the pantiesand. I wasn't enjoying it as much as I could have because a man I'd taken a liking to a few minutes before was doing his best to get his dick into my throat from the underside. Or at least it felt like that.We'd partied with this couple before, and their friends. This particular night was "Dress-Up Night", which meant the girls wore revealing lingerie, and the boys wore vests and black mesh shirts. I had on a satin cup less bra, a matching garter belt, and black stockings. It made me feel wicked and. With blonde hair and blue eyes. I am what today would be called and army brat meaning my family moves from post to post. I am an only child of Marie and Col. Alfred Thomas. The date was June 18th, 1875 and if I knew then what I know I would not change anything that has happened. My father had been reassigned to Fort Corpus which on the South Texas Coast. We had been there about two months when I started to get into the normal trouble that young men do when there are young ladies inside a.