"They were close together, and then. . .. . . and then they weren't.Carl saw this woman, this wife, fully on display. There was nothing modest about i.... "Carl," my husband asked, "is that proof enough?"Carl made a noise that we took for a yes. My husband turned off the camera -- he was already undressed -- climbed onto the bed with me, kneeling beside me, looking at me. "I never thought I'd be able to show you off like this. I loved it." He more than loved it -- he was on the verge of losing. I like your house, your yard and even your husband." Okay, so show me what you have and we can be through with this farce. But don't go half way. If you are a werewolf, change all the way. I don't want to have to notice anything subtle. Convince me." I will convince you but you are going to scream your lungs out and your husband is going to come in here and shoot me when he sees me in my other form." I will not scream, even if you do change. If that is true than everything else you said is true. He’s looking at me like I’m a giddy school girl hiding notes from the teacher, or maybe that’s just how I feel right now. ‘I think Kerry said she was re-arranging her bedroom today. Maybe she couldn’t hear you if she was moving heavy furniture around and had the music going as well’. Okay, I know this is a bad lie but I could have come up with something worse. I could have told him the truth and scarred him for life but I don’t think he would appreciate me telling him his sister was pleasuring. Probably she wanted to comfort me in a way but realized that there was nothing she could to make me feel better. It was getting awkward as she was standing in front of me, looking around, not knowing what to say anymore. To escape the obligation to hold the conversation I took several sips from the big cup I was holding. It tasted like some strong liquor mixed with a cheap Red Bull surrogate and it made my throat burn from the alcohol at every sip.“I hope you can settle things with her again..