” She seemed so okay with me, somehow. I certainly wasn’t expecting that.How odd to be gathering attention but I knew what it was about. I wondere... if the school hierarchy were alerted to what had happened. I didn’t want to get noticed as a bad student, reprimanded. I started to get sweaty. I never liked attention. NO way!In class I sat next to that same guy, the Vietnam vet who told me about what was known of my crazy outing. He was smiling and was kind of chuckling when I sat down.I looked at. After all, it was a day to look cheerful for what lay ahead.Down to the street, turn left, then right, then another right onto the boulevard. After that, it was a straight run to Dr. Frankenstein's office. OK, his name really is Dr. Franklin, and I never called him the other to his face. But as a dermatologist slash plastic surgeon – I don't know where the two diverge – his name just triggered the nasty pun in my mind. Not that he himself was nasty; quite the opposite.Only traffic lights. With her job done, she went to the village elder with her gruesome trophy and collected her reward.That night she washed the blood and sweat from her body and tried to relax, but her mind was racing once again. Another werewolf was slain at her hands, but it was still a newly transformed beast. It wasn’t the one she hunted. The werewolf Lycaon had evaded her for four years, spreading death and destruction wherever he went. He was an old wolf, sly and wicked, feeding off of the death it spread. "Good girl. Now lift up your skirt, above your waist." He waited for her to comply.She lifted up her ass from the chair, but not before looking around the room, seeing the man next to their chairs looking at her. "He's watching." Of course he is. You are a very beautiful girl. He would be stupid not to, especially when you are going to show him your panty covered pussy. Now raise up your skirt. I won't tell you again." His voice became sterner.She looked at Miguel, hoping the ignore the man.