"Are you a messenger from the gods? You are too powerful to be a mere man!"Grasping his opening, Doug said, "Yes, I am a messenger of a new god who is...much more powerful than any god you ever heard of. When we get to headquarters, I will demonstrate some of his power."The officer turned pale at this comment, which was tantamount to a threat, and led Doug along at a brisk pace. Before long, they reached a sedan chair born by eight men. Inside was a richly dressed man of middle years who gazed. "One last thing." He pointed at Candy. "You can't sunburn anymore. No lobster skin, and no skin cancer. Guaranteed."She looked positively shocked. "Not at all? You promise?" I do." He reassured her. "You might not tan, but you'll not burn. I've had all manner of guests on the boat. None have ever gotten a smidgen redder. Well, unless you count spankings. Which I'm not." You can spank me." Barbie waved her thong-covered ass."Maybe later, lass." He winked. "I spoke with my grandfather about it.. You see, when they wheedled their way back into my apartment, all I wanted to do (okay, maybe just the main thing I wanted to do) was humiliate them a little then send them on their way – much like they’d done to me. This time I’m not going to write about my lessons learned or about how the sluts reacted to their training. This is more of a summary that records the main points of what transpired up to this point, because the, ‘shit’s about to get deep’ now and I wanted to be sure I could show. Surprised he pulled back sharply. "What are you doing?" I don’t know." She whispered. Her green eyes watered, Killen frowned down at her until he saw the light behind her green irises begin to glow. Her Alpha was already awoken within her. She took a step back as his own Alpha began to glow behind his blue eyes. "What… what are you doing?" she asked.His eyes moved over her. "You still refuse clothing." So? We are wolves it means nothing for us to not wear clothes." Alphas must dress appropriate.