“Stop!” I yelled. “Those are my weapons. Unless you know what you’re doing, they are just as dangerous to you as your enemies.” I explained ...o her.“I know weapons,” she replied. I jumped down and climbed into the back of the wagon.“Please hand me the small boxes first so I can load them up and see how much room I have left Princess,” I asked of her. “Also, Why the wardrobe change?” I asked as we loaded the cases.“My maid and I thought blending in might be a better idea with our reduced. Well uhh... maybe, I guess it depends. What is it youneed help with?" Well I suppose since we are already on a first-name basis... I'm tryingto make my stay here a more permanent one, Edward. In fact, I am planningto make myself very comfortable here... on your planet."I gave her a confused look, as she continued, "You may think I'm wearingsome kind of kinky outfit Edward, but I assure you it is much more thanthat. In a way, I'm what you would call a "real" catgirl. Dr Nutkinsbrought me into. Yes. Look, if there are an infinite number of parallelworlds with an infinite number of versions of you then somewhere outthere there's a subset of versions of you that can travel to otherworlds and there's a subset of that subset that has access to theresources needed to conquer other worlds. Unfortunately those versionsare going to start bumping into versions of other people doing the samething."I blinked. "No, seriously, what were you doing last night?" Fine. Look, all you really need to. The men drooled at the revealed beauty — and with the dresses they were wearing, a great deal was revealed — while the women just looked with ill-concealed envy at their perfect bodies. But the two women, if they cared at all, only did because it made their husbands feel better to have such exquisite women on their arms.When the band swung into Glen Miller's String of Pearls, Hank and Jim Conroy came out on the dance floor. The two were jitterbugging and whenever Hank was turned out, her spin.