I’m a real son of a bitch most of the time.”She chuckled. “You’re my son of a bitch and don’t you forget it.”“Yeah, I’m yours, Baby, b...t I’m not sure you’re getting a good deal here. Shit! Honey, the damn medallion is broken. How am I supposed to help you now?”“I’ll have to find you something else,” she said matter of factually.Collin sighed and then frowned again. “Why haven’t I gone nuts or whatever? They told us at school if the item failed, we would go stark raving mad?”Serpin leant back a. "No kidding? What did you write?" Essays, mostly. I had a column in the school paper. It was political commentary, mostly. I was the school's bleeding-heart liberal." Amazing! A jock writer! I'da never thunk it." Well, it wasn't exactly Harvard. I went to the University of Miami on a baseball scholarship." Must have been tough duty, struggling through four years of books and baseball in sunny Coral Gables, Florida." I guess it could have been worse." Miami's always one of the strong teams in. Most werewolves like my lost their blue eyes around twelve. Mine had never gone away, and I was already twenty-five. But girls loved them. Especially human girls, so I didn’t try to fix them with contacts or anything like that. I currently wore only my black boxers, the only thing I wore to bed if I ever wore anything at all. I went and rummaged through my pinewood dresser and found a pair of dark blue jeans. Most of us male werewolves in the tribe didn’t wear shirts til winter. We had our fur. -- He did!Later that night, Gavin tried to find out what had happened, but with a drunken giggle all she would say was: "That's for me to know, and for you to guess".Gavin, in fact, was very happy at this time. Although he was frequently away, Dawn was extremely passionate when he returned, and seemed to get increasingly inventive, even encouraging him to fuck her ass and to come all over her tits... he couldn't think where she got to hear of some of the things she initiated!Dawn had never felt.