The only person in our basketball group Holly knew was RJ so he couldn't be used as part of the tracking group.During our morning meeting Jason said "... talked with my wife last night about our tracking problem and she suggested we use my grandfather. He's always complaining about never having anything to do and it's driving him crazy. I talked to him last night and he's all for helping us out. He suggested I get his brother Bob to help out as well. Between the two of them one could drive and. He was glad to be safe at home. What he wasn't happy about was the reversal cure wouldn't be ready until the next day and he had to remain a werewolf until dawn when the spell would wear off. He had gone to his room to wait it out. Justin was finally able to remove his clothes. He stood before the full lenght mirror in his room, amazed at what the transformation had done to his body. He was hairy all over. His hands and feet were still normal, but hairy. He had a small snout where his nose was.. He seemed like an average, slightly overweight, guy in his late twenties. Short brown hair, dressed terribly in a t-shirt with a fraying hem and khaki pants. His face was round with fat, but his eyes were this intense, piercing blue. And his voice. A commanding bass, that vibrated through your body and reached into your soul and you became putty in his hand. I was growing wet just thinking about Mark. Ever since I made love to Cynthia in the Starbucks, I realized that I was a lesbian. I was. First Cecilia, now this. She felt like a nymphomaniac. Maybe I am one, she thought. Except I'm not crazy for cock. Just these sweet, delicious girls."I'll be there," she said, so softly that Yvette could barely hear it.Then she hung up. God, it's so dangerous, she thought. We could be fired. But I want her too.Briskly walking, like an all-business female executive, she got to the office in two minutes, her heart pounding. Yvette was right: Scheinbaum's secretary's desk was empty. There was no.