"So here's what I'm thinking we can do one of three things. First of all, now that I and Cindy are regular church attenders, we were thinking of going...to our priest for some guidance. Obviously Cindy has made some poor choices and some spiritual guidance might help. Clearly though she would have to tell the history of how she was abused as a young c***d by a trusted adult, a holy man, what you think?" No, no you cannot do that, it would destroy us, it would destroy me, people look up to me,. I don't blow dudes." Bro, this has nothing to do with straight or gay," Dave stated, his voice shifting into a sales pitch. "We're both just thinking about Nicole, her very big, very female boobs. I would be imagining her dick sucking lips on my fat cock. That part isn't much of a stretch, because, honestly Mel, you also got those plump dick sucking lips yourself." Ok," I began, "That explains what you're thinking but look at it from my perspective. No amount of fantasizing about Nicole is. There are a few people but they are absorbed in their own conversations and I wander casually observing the people and interactions. Kerrie is in the window still alone for now. I can see her starting to glance around quietly seeking. I grin to myself and move to lean against the window sill from the outside.No one about so I gently put my hand in the small of her back. She starts and glances behind. Smiling broadly and says “I wondered where you got to”. She is alone just sitting. I caress her. Subtly in character, like the best actor.It ended up being a werewolf love story. Not as insipidly romantic as a series of teen books and their movies would be decades later. Nor as bloody as Clive Barker’s stories would be a couple years later. But somewhere in between.It took place during the period of transition from small city states and lords to more bureaucratic civil servants in the familiar forest setting for classic tales like Little Red Riding. But the heroine had none of that girl’s.