He stumbled slightly. I could see the look of terror plastered over his face.I followed his line of sight. There, about twenty paces away, lay Pascal,...still in his beast shape. He was unmoving. I could see and smell the blood. I saw him for a moment as the man did; a thing shaped vaguely like a wolf, but far larger, and thick in the body and legs like a bear. There was no animal on earth like it. The man knew he’d just shot something impossible, like a wendigo or demon.I gasped, breaking the. So now im dancing and shaking my tits for him by the side of the road in the headlights. OMG so humilating.Another car was coming. He said don’t stop bitch. The car slowed to a crawl and i could see two guys staring. The car continued down and my heart almost stopped when i saw it turn around and head back. They pulled up alongside his car with their headlights now on me too. The music was loud and i was dancing naked. i could hear the men talking and laughing as i danced for the 3 of them.The. If I couldn't get room to maneuver in, the best I could do was to get into a small area, to limit how many of them could come at me at a time. I retreated down the urinal (it was one of those long stainless steel jobs, that a dozen guys can stand at simultaneously), until my path was blocked by the wall of the first toilet cubicle. I was facing diagonally out of the corner: the cubicle wall to my left, the urinal to my right, with my back to the corner they formed.My retreat had pleased the. Chris stayed late that night, helping Shahia as she gradually settled. They talked about little else, and by the end of the evening, they'd hesitantly agreed that this grandmother had actually been trying to do her a favour by letting her know what was going on, and by sending her such an apparently loving but patently inflammatory letter. If only they could be sure. Chris took it home in order to show it to his parents and make lots of copies. If it came to it, this letter was going to get as.