If he was anyone else, she’d have the man’s head pinned to the table while she drilled orders into his ear.“No, we’re not at war, but...”“...ut we could be,” Damien said. Stone cold face on, the man put his elbows and fists on the table, and glared at the werewolf standing beside the booth. “When we all thought you were kine, you’d be nothing but a worthless bystander in any potential conflicts. But now you’re not.”“Jessy gave me the run down.” The man snorted again, and leaned against the wall. It felt like something had reached out and grabbed her pretty ankle. Luckily for her, it was only some weird, rope-tied, half-finished craft project. Unfortunately for her, she tripped while trying to disentangle herself from it and landed on her softly rounded jiggly white bum, going "oof!" and making a muted tinkling sound as she did.She also bumped into his dresser.One huge tome, hoarier, dustier and dirtier than any of the others, slipped, teetered, leaned, yawed, and then with an audible. Besides, Erin was up so late last night, she deserves to be pampered a bit.'So they ate and chatted about what was going to happen today. After breakfast and cleanup, they both went to get dressed.Hugh had the distinct pleasure of dressing for the first time with one of his new outfits. Plain white nylon bra, pantyhose, short half-slip, lacy camisole, cream blouse, fitted business suit with a wool skirt, and black high-heeled pumps. Erin looked at Hugh, and whistled."Wow, that Fenway of yours. "Come on up," she said.Noah sat on her sofa. She stepped from her bedroom in her black skirt and white blouse. "It was a struggle getting this fastened," she said, running her hands along her stomach. "Do I look too gross?" It does look a little ... tight." I'll have no choice but to sneak down to the maternity department and pick up something with a little give ... and maybe a couple of white smocks I can wear outside the skirt. I've seen other pregnant ladies there wearing outfits like that.".