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 ...nything 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 to keep us warm and protected. So, I pulled on the jeans and. "Alright, so, what do you want to do? A vacation to someplace fun, maybe go to an amusement park?"Josephine shrugged and kissed his forehead. "Let's talk about it later, if I'm not mistaken you are supposed to talk to Sarah again..." She grimaced at her aunt's name. "I'll clean up here, don't worry about it."Lucas nodded reluctantly and kisses her once again and let her cook the dishes as he grabbed his cell phone and walked into the family room and called his sister.The Kitchen:Usually, people. What do you do down there? Oh for fucks sake. Are you ever going to stop going on about Botticelli? It was one painting that's all. Two months hanging around naked on a giant stinky oyster shell in a cowshed in Florence trying not to drown in pools of pig shit and spending half the day brushing chicken crap out of my hair. Hardly fun times. Danny? Danny? Fuck off then you fucking Tellytubby. Arse clanger.That's the problem with Italian men, even the smallest hint of infidelity and they get all. The trees silently watch as a couple walks amongst them, another story about to unfold beneath them, yet more secrets to be kept.He was still in shock that they were there, he had defined the terms of the bet in jest, never expecting her to agree or follow through. The terms had been simple, they spend a day doing what the winner wanted, the loser wearing what the winner wanted, He had been certain that he had pushed to far, and yet, even after more than a decade of marriage she continued to.