We've told them that we're here to give their world back to them and help them drive out the invaders." Told them? You mean that they actually do have...a spoken language?" In spite of the evidences of civilization around him, Phil's mental processes hadn't yet taken him quite that far."Of course they do, and quite a few of them have learned to speak quite good English. They're really quite intelligent, and they have a long tradition of oral history that's been passed down from one generation to. What would I become? Natasha came back to thekitchen. "Hun, I know this isn't a good time, but I just got calledinto work. And you know my boss, I can't say no." Silently nodding, Ifought back my tears. The last thing I wanted to be right now asalone...but it seemed like that was the only option.Shortly after, Natasha left. Picking up the grimoire, I found a fewsafe spells to transform clothing. Grabbing some old shirts, shorts,and a pair of running shoes, I cast the simple spell. I turned. " By the way, what is your name?" I asked."Terry," she answered."I'm Alan."I was numb for a moment. A hot-looking girl, impeccably dressed, who writes children's books. My mind was racing. I had to assume any girl who wrote children's books had a certain child-like innocence about her. She probably didn't take life too seriously. I would have to assume she had a sense of humor. That big hair and make-up told me she had a wild side just waiting to be unleashed. Was I the man who could unleash. And as you’ve seen yourself, I’m still lactating even now.” she smiled and continued.“My father regarded me as his project; even his property. I don’t know how long it may have lasted had he not died of a massive heart attack.”“Jezz! That’s two men in your life die the same way!” I lay my hand on her arm saying, “But perhaps it was just as well he did, huh?”Her hand came onto mine with a warm smile, “My father’s death did bring me a kind of rehabilitation Dick: but it came with a price.I.