As the two left, Eric stood and finished his drink.  His eyes never left the beautiful women who'd be his for the next . . . apparently as long as he wanted them.  Oddly, the mouse didn't seem to mind that a good two inches of his growing flesh were sticking out the top of his waistband.  Heck, at home, and elsewhere when he could get away with it, he preferred to go around completely stripped.  So, this little inadvertant display was nothing.  He smiled as they turned into the room and thought about whether he'd really give them ten minutes to get Laura changed . . .