He didn’t care where she lived, didn’t care what she did, didn’t care what they had to overcome, he only cared about making Tracey his. “Come,...please.” They left hand in hand, and feeling like teenagers on a first date. As they approached Jeff’s cabin, Tracey was a bundle of nerves and filled with doubt. She stopped, “Wait.” “What’s wrong? “Is this… uhh, this is not like me,” she breathed deeply, “I need to say that. I don’t do this and I’m not sure I can just do a vacation fling.” “Tracey,. When is her district swim meet?"The change in subject caught Rachelle flat-footed."Friday and Saturday," Rachelle answered. "Why?" We should go," Adam said. "If she is going to be one of our friends, we should show her the same support as we do everyone else." You know, they wear one-piece swimsuits not bikinis," Rachelle joked. "It's not beach volleyball."The highlight of the tour, or course, was the bathroom. Sean had left off the part about topless sunbathing on the back deck in deference to. Eleven other cages; this can't be a coincidence.At some point, the door opened again, bringing with it a bulky Werewolf and food. He slid the shallow bowls into the cages via a rectangular slot near the floor. He launched my food in from a couple feet back, avoiding the bars entirely, not saying a word or even really looking at anyone. I didn't know him, didn't recognize his scent at all, though something about him caught my attention.I watched as the other captives fell on their plates like. Then the doorbell rang. I'm sure we both had the same idea about who might be at the door. "I'll get it" I said. I backed away from Mike's expert mouth and pulled up my boxers, then made my way downstairs. I opened the door a crack, and sure enough Cathy was there. She had put on some shorts, but was still wearing the t-shirt that we'd just seen pulled up to expose her womanhood. Cathy just pushed the door open, walked in and shut the door. With a sultry look, she said, "I want to see.