Seeing his cock made me even less willing to take my clothes off it must have been 9 inches long. “Now”“No I won’t until you tell me why”...Getting impatient with me he pounces on me locking his jaws over my throat and applying just enough pressure to keep me from struggling. I lay there as he starts to rip my clothes off and try not to think about the fact that a werewolf is about to rape me and maybe eat me afterword. Soon I’m down to nothing by my bra and panties. I guess that that is. I didn’t end my run until (most days) seven pm. It was my birthday and Jack wanted to pick me up at work and take me to a little place in Pittsburgh (right across the river) for drinks and dinner. Since I didn’t have time to go home and change; I hung a dress in the truck. It was just a slip-over in a nice flower pattern that had a belt. Shoes…I took shoes too. A pair of nice navy pumps with an ankle strap and 4” heels. My plan was to change at the main branch, walk outside and Jack would be. The sound of the voice inside my head startled me. My first reaction was relief that it wasn't one of the voices I'd heard before. During that time when I'd been saved by the police from killing myself. My second reaction was a bone deep sense of fear and horror that I was in the living room alone with my beloved Kaitlyn, while in the midst of undergoing a brand new psychotic episode. I feared first for her safety, and secondly, despaired for my own safety and sanity. I was close to weeping. Jerry came back, and grabbed his keys, wallet and checkbook. He also picked up a package and said, "Victor, I will be back. I have to run this to the post office and get it in the mail."Victor popped up from the back of one of the aisles and shouted back, "Ok, can you grab me a Whopper from Burger King, large fries, and coke?" I sure will, extra onion and cheese on it?" he asked."What other way is there to eat one?" Victor replied as he laughed."True, see you in thirty. When you're done, if you.