.you had..sex with two...Africans in a bar last week...”“That is not true!..But I had to...take my clothes off..The owner made me...”John had ma...e a loop of the twine. She knew it would come, but she almost jumped when I happened.“Take your sweater off...”She nodded. Mr Bergman and/or the pheromones must behind this. She took her turtle-neck-sweater off. “also...the bra, John?”“yes..”He was trying to sound though, but it was not easy. Amelie put her clothes on another dusty box, waiting for. But he sat calmly, nearly serenely, as he waited for me to finish my apparent call.I couldn’t help but steal glances at him, in what I was hope sly. I saw that the size of the man’s hands were huge. At least his palm was huge and his fingers thick. The wrists that disappeared under the finely tailored sleeves were as thick as my ankles. Everything bespoke unbridled power and command, but he still projected a calm, nearly tranquil presence. Odd that such a powerful man could look composed. The ability for logical thought and speech persists, ensuring that men of legal age remain active members of society. I learned all about The Change at school, but nothing can prepare you for such a traumatic experience. The only upside is that I was born at night, which means I will be asleep when the transformation occurs. I am going to bed a man and I will awake a dog.---Part 1: The Cousin---I awoke in a cold sweat. That is, if dogs could sweat.“Oh my god!” I gasped. My inability to sweat. I didn't have long to wait. As it turned out, my s*s-in-law was supposed to drop off a check to our house while she was out running errands one day. Perfect I thought, we'll see what happens when I have her come in my house. Home turf is always better right? Or does that only apply to sports? Who knows. Anyway, I woke up around 11, ate, showered, dressed and waited. Finally about 2:30 the doorbell rang, and glancing out the window I saw her car in the driveway and tried to suppress the smile.