The prime possibility was that the attacks had been purely mental. The Brains, great semi-sentient computers that charted the course of history yet to...come, had picked Dean, tested and trained him to resist just this kind of attack. Still, he had nearly failed.His transmitter radiated warmth as it hurled its near-instantaneous warning forth across the parsecs. "Okaro to Base. Dean Okaro to Sector Base III. Am under attack. Projected illusions. Earth-normal scene, except for binary suns."He. Then it came to me, my turn to introduce myself, although I didn't need to."Lottie, hello again." Hello." I said smiling, trying to prevent my cheeks from turning into two red apples."Now, it would seem I already know your name...hmmm, tell me something else about you?"I looked at him and all that went through my head was you're gorgeous and I can't believe I even have your attention! This amazingly sexy man was looking at me with a slightly raised eyebrow, the corners of his smooth lips. "I'm just kidding with you on that. I'd just like to get out and get a nice dinner and few drinks and relax and talk. You're my best friend back here in New York. The fact you're a knockout will prop up my ego." I confessed."Flattery will get you nowhere. Getting involved any other way would screw up a friendship." She said with a smile and asked, "Do I need to change? I just got out of the shower and these are clean clothes." You're fine. Give me 15 minutes, I'll just shower." I said."Can I. I thought you had designs on being the first two-term president.”“I did, sort of,” Hailey replied. “But, well, I decided that I am going to be a wife next year. I will have to make sure my husband is well attended to. I figure we will be about three months into our 37-year honeymoon.”“Only 37 years?” Phil asked with a laugh.“I figure in 37 years, you’ll be pushing 60 and, well, the thought of screwing an old guy is just gross,” she giggled. “I figure I’ll cut you off about then and we’ll start.