Being a Were is not a curse, but a gift. A birthright. It is not something that can be transferred to another by biting them as the stories suggest. I...stead, it is genetic, like any other genetic trait, being passed on by one or both of the parents. And even then, it does not manifest until a person turns sixteen. Or specifically... the first full moon after they turn sixteen. "Like tonight," I mused, staring nervously out the window again, trying to see how close the sun was to going down. It. Es vergingen mehrer Stunden, bis Mary sich soweit erholt hatte, dass sie aufh?ren konnte zu weinen und versuchen ihre Gedanken zu ordnen.Die Bemerkung von den Teufelsverstecken kam ihr in den Sinn, ihr Hexennahme, der Lucie w?re, der Zettel. Wo war er noch? Ja, sie hatte ihn dort zwischen zwei Steinen versteckt. Sollte sie ihn aufheben oder besser schnell vernichten?Das war alles unm?glich zu sagen, es schien hier ein schreckliches Spiel vorzugehen. Irgendetwas hatte es mit Hexen und Teufeln zu. She had put her heart into painting the eyes for my ship, so I had to get back to Juniper Hills by her birthday.I bounced comfortably on Dragon as she rode the calm waves away from land. The green sea was alive with sea gulls diving for fish and our fishing fleet dotting the horizon. The exhilarating feeling of freedom washed over me as we picked up speed, with the strong trade wind propelling our ship onwards. The morning mist had evaporated with the warmth of the rising sun, the dogs and. The feel of your tongue sliding against mine, the soft groans we can’t help making, the sense of your happy hands pulling at my clothes — obviously you want what I want: our flesh touching directly as much as we can. I want to revel in your naked flesh as it appears, tasting you, gently sucking and nibbling each exposed bit of you as it is revealed. Yet I doubt we could be that patient, so eager we are to see each other. Staring into your eyes my hands cup your breasts, I want to read your.