Anger swelled in me. Hurt, betrayed. More tears fell down her cheeks as my hand clenched. What to do about her?And about the man who fucked my wife?�...Go, shower!” I snarled. “Wash that whore cunt clean of his spunk then get your ass back in here!”My thoughts itched. She bolted out of the room. The bathroom door crashed open. The shower curtain rasped as she flung it aside. The water hissed on. She hadn't even closed the door. I sat on the bed, Kitty crawling into my lap, hugging me.“I can't. I stayed where I was for a couple more minutes, watching Alison's chest slightly heave up and down as she slept. When I was sure she wouldn't notice me, I practically ran to the upstairs bathroom and furiously masturbated. I then went to my bedroom and flopped on my bed to wallow in my disgust.*****The next weekend was a long weekend, and Alison had plans to go to a cottage with Candace and some other friends. We said our goodbyes on Friday evening. I hoped she was careful and didn't get into. So I know it’s, mostly, clean, from boiling it.’ She smiled, knowing how smart she was and proud she was able to live on her own…or rather, survive. ‘Does it hurt?’ I asked. I wasn’t scared of the pain, but if it was who you are, a part of you, it shouldn’t hurt you, should it? ‘No,’ she replied, knowing exactly what I was talking about, ‘it seems strange at first but after a while you won’t want to leave your wolf form at all.’ ‘Then why not stay there, if you like it so much.’ It didn’t. You talk and talk, order roomservice and keep talking. The more you talk, the closer you become, thetighter everything feels and the faster your heart beats. He holds yourhand, and plies you with compliments and drinks. You stand and danceslowly, holding each other closely. Everything feels so natural andwhen you look onto his eyes your heads tilt slightly and then you kiss,lightly, delicately at first, small lips only but as the passions riseyour tongues interwine in each others mouths. He.