Safai kar ke mein bahar aya. Muze dekhate hi Bilo sharama gayi. Apana chahera dhak kar vo palat gayi. Mein ja kar us ki bagal men baitha. Us ke kandhe...par hath rakh kar meine puchha, “Maja aaya, Bilo ?” Vo boli nahin, sir hila kar ha kahi, Meine us ka chahera meri or ghumaya, us ke hath hataye to us ne aankhen mund li. Meine us ke rasile hoth se hoth chipaka diye. Is vakt bina kahe us ne munh khol sahakar diya. Meri jibh us ke munh men ja kar un ki jibh se khelane lagi. Mere hath us ke stanon. ..embraces the wolf within usand if we try to suppress it for too long, say several weeks on end, itcan trigger a change and you could find yourself out running down adeer without realizing it. That can make things kind of complicated ifa hunter going after the same deer decides to shoot you and ends uponly pissing you off. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that,? he said,looking at me. ?We heal really fast.??Well thanks for mentioning it,? I bit off and shoved a piece of meatinto my mouth. There was nothing there. She peeked carefully over the sides of her bed, seeing only the rug and a few Girls' Life magazines. Taking her heaviest pillow to use as a weapon, she got out of bed and padded slowly towards the door. Right as she reached it she froze. looking down. Peeking out from the crack beneath her round half-circle of a cheerio. Puzzled, she opened the door. Before her loomed a seven-foot wall of cheerios.They covered the doorway completely as the entire hallway had been filled. Um ... Agent Davis?" I asked.She had turned around the room, taking in the details. If she was anything like some of the police I had read about, she could probably spew back the décor with scary accuracy. I didn't bother looking her over any more than to note her dark auburn hair pulled back in a complex bun. Her outfit was conservative but comfortable for the heat. She probably had to be out a lot and took to wearing cooler colors and sleeveless shirts; a pair of tan slacks and sensible shoes.