"Slow down Ray, you know the highway patrol is all over this stretch of road." I don't give a shit Missy, let them try and catch me." I kept going and...just after I started down 'dead man's hill' I saw the CHP cruiser. Fortunately it had another car pulled over to the side of the road and I was spared a birthday ticket. I let the speed drop back to the regulation 55 and when I saw the sigh for the California Department of Firefighters station I put on my left turn signal and turn and went down. The chick-flick favorite scenario of two pairs of eyes meeting across a crowded room, love at first sight, hadn’t happened. Which was why I’d had to resort to advertising. Did that make me a loser? I didn’t think so; by doing the honorable – and sensible – thing and avoiding any relationships at work, I’d cut off most avenues of finding someone. So it was only right to build another way of getting myself out there where I’d find Miss Right. Exactly what the next step would be if this dating. ..Nervous but oh so excited, I walked straight toward him and he smiled staring at my hard dick straight out...I slowly opened my motel door and he entered , a man about 45 years old very masculine, and softlywhispered " You are just what I need I am so fucking horny" and slowly pulled my curtains closed!He then speaking softly, led me to my bed, pulling back the covers, he told me to get on my hands and knees" I want to see that beautifuly ass of yours , he whispered" ..... slowly he. People bring us food. Doctors. Watching us. Wefought at first but there's no way out. They won't talk to us. I'mstill a woman. We both changed back from the werewolves but I'm still awoman. We talk. We laugh. We make what life that we can in that room.I grow to love him. He's kind. Sex turns to making love. Sometimes wechange. Sometimes we stay humans. The change seems to fluctuate. Highstress definitely does it.A little after a month, I throw up for the first time. I still.