“I guess we have a minute.” He smiled at her and glanced at their clothing. “We live here now. The crystal told me so, and I don’t think we ne...d to be dressed in our own home, do you?”“My underwear just about matches the ones the other girls had on, don’t you agree?” she said, a moment later. “Should I keep them on or take them off?”“Keep them on.” He looked at her thoughtfully. “It might help the other girls feel less self conscious until we can get them some clothes.”“But you should get. Yes, it was beautiful here. ‘Kristina?’ It was the director’s voice. ‘Yes?’ Damien smelled like… honey? Was that honey? Maybe my sense of smell was off today. Not a good thing for a chef. Clearly this guy didn’t understand what personal space meant. ‘Can I change your mind?’ ‘My mind is not the problem.’ My body seems to be, though. I could feel a current between us. Stepping back, I turn through the swinging doors into the kitchen. ‘Have I done something to make you dislike me?’ ‘I don’t see. It wouldn't do for them to be flanking us.This time they came on very cautiously. They had scouts out and were making standard infantry advances with one Mech covering the other. Our camouflage paint scheme was working better than theirs. The trees were blocking the MAGs and IRs so we had to depend more on eyeballs and motion detectors. As we were holding still there was no motion for them to detect. We caught them in the middle of a move. I fired on the cover Mech while Frank fired on the. He was wearing a polo shirt and what looked like lightweight sweatpants.I decided to be bold and I pulled down the waist of my jogging pants to mid thigh, turning sideways to his sightline so I was sure he could see the silhouette cast by my breast forms and the tent in my black panties.I was wishing I had worn white or pink panties so they would be easier to see, but I didn't have to worry – my friend got up and came around to my aisle. He sat down on the other end of my couch, and I sat down.