I would have to get rid of the Sparrows and others by other means.The trouble was that I needed one more victim to trick her into thinking that she wo...ld meet Dionysius for real. For the rest of it, well, one got the idea. Who would make the perfect victim for this? Who indeed? I didn’t want to go the obvious route and risk Sam’s life. Who instead, then? Then it occurred to me. Marcus Bozeman, the werewolf. He would be no great loss! The only question was how to get the packmaster out there?. I had just gone tobed, the feel of the sheet on my naked body wonderful.? I had given myself some wonderful orgasmswith my trusty magic wand just before I went to sleep and I drifted off with notrouble at all.? It was a noise somewherein the room that woke me, and as I lived alone and had no pets, I knew it hadto be something serious.? I had not evenhad the chance to turn on the bed lamp to see what it was, when a hand comedown over my mouth. I started to panic and tried to pull thehand away,. He asked if I wanted to smoke one with him and where we could go. I told him I knew a place where we could smoke one and finish our beers that wasn't to far away. We had a secluded place that was a country room that was closed down at one end when they built the new bypass and we would use it to hang out and party at times. I drove down the road and we listened to some cassettes, yes it's been a while, smoked the joint and finished our beer. We were buzzed and Randy moved closer and placed his. That meant something. He wouldn't bring a dog a towel would he? But of course a real bitch wouldn't take a bath on her own either. I decided I wasn't a dog, not any more, and surely he had to realize that this strange game couldn't go on.Just as I was taking the towel gratefully, however, he began speaking to me, solving my little dilemma. "That was quite a night for you," he smiled. "How did you like it?" I liked it," I said slowly, nodding my head and drying my body briskly, enjoying the.