”“OK. How’s your little girl?”“Rachel’s fine. She’s working on a doctorate in art history.”“That’s great! We saw a piece of hers a...out a modern art show in the Herald.”“I’ll tell her, she’ll be happy. And thanks very much for the information.”“You saved my life, Patrick. I’ll never forget it. You know, there was a man killed in a mine cave-in in Opalton six months ago. I’m still here.”Patrick got off the phone. Alf was married and safe thanks to him. Could he have a similar similar effect on. Did he just accept abandoning his old, shitty life, accept that he’d killed a bunch of shitty college kids, accept that he was a werewolf, that other werewolves must exist, and did he decide to go on a mission to find some?He looked at himself. A wolf. A normal, natural, normal wolf. Not the titan he was last night, but a normal wolf who could sneak and hide and leave, eat deer, and leave everything behind.So he did. Being alone is horrible, and he had no intentions of staying a lone wolf.. Something I insist on is the second man must be much younger than me, usually fifteen or twenty-years. We are very competitive and we enjoy competing to be the first to have the second man or woman, good foreplay. We do that by dressing, or undressing to impress for our third person.On a recent Monday night while we were fucking like rabbits, I asked Roger if he could arrange a man in his very late teens for us next Sunday. “I have never had a man twenty-five years younger.”“I have just the man. We headed to the park and Jesse was excited to see Francesca.“He’ll be six months at the end of August, right?” Carol asked.“Yep,” I said. “Are you thinking about the play group?”“Yes. He’ll love it - there are seven other kids besides Frankie and Francesca, the oldest being about three.”“Where is this?” I asked.“We rotate between the houses. It’s twice a month on Thursdays from 11:00am to 1:00pm, which is why I’m not here on some Thursdays. Do you think you can bring Jesse starting next.