.. saying you're not attractive or..." ... my intention. It's not like you're not attractive or..."At that point we both started giggling, sat back up...straight in our seats, ignored the looks from around the table, and asked what the next course was.We spent the rest of the evening watching, and making quiet comments. I enjoyed Millie's company, and I was sure she was comfortable talking to me as well. It was very pleasant.Eventually we had finished dessert, all of us having eaten far too much,. " Sam left to work on this problem.The mercenaries finally arrived and set up camp. A little over 2,000 humans were nothing like the host of over 30,000 demons, but they were, somehow, more intimidating. Herc predicted that there would be little fooling around, they could expect the first mercenary attack the next morning.Agar alerted the wall host illusionists to be ready before daylight and have their illusions going before the sun showed itself. It wouldn't do for the attackers to see empty. And made my heart pound like it was going to jump out of my chest. It couldn't be that Brian was stripping me. His hair brushed my nipple and stomach gently as he bent to find the hook on my skirt and I gasped involuntarily. I'm sure that would have happened with anybody. It wasn't Brian's soft hair like silk thread running across me that was making it hard to breathe. He stood behind me again and pulled the zipper of my skirt down slowly. It must have been an accident that made his hand stroke. Fear settled over the camp as every day the number of affected personnel grew. In their strange new female incarnations, the metamorphosed soldiers usually looked eighteen to twenty, regardless of their original ages. Dr. Lowry observed that the transformed men -- the "transformees," as we soon began calling them -- had all come back in very good physical condition, with scars and physical defects removed -- including the last phalanx of the little finger that Sergeant Pitts had lost on Regis.