No! I refused to accept it.I shook my head, willing this to be some sick dream. The motion set my long, braided swinging. This could not be real, I re...used to let it be so. There was a pressure about me. In my head? No something deeper, etherial, almost spiritual, a force pushing against my very being. Not knowing how, I pressed back, as if denial alone could change reality. Something shifted. A blink of the eye, and everything was normal once more.The gun was on the floor. Not some gaudy. There was only a mild WHOOSH! of air coming from the gun as the bullet was fired.This bullet is generally shaped like the common pistol bullet that everyone is familiar with. The big difference is that the bullet is coated with a very thin plating of copper that is rubbed away as the bullet is expelled through the barrel. Therefore, there is some bit of exposed steel by the time the bullet reaches the werewolf.The copper plating eases the movement of the bullet down the barrel, acting very much. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Sam spoke. "Would the jury please present their verdict."Evelyn sat smugly in the witness box, sure of what the verdict would be. She sipped at the water glass which Sam had kept refilled for her during her long. It makes you feel dirty and all of the right ways... but also all of the wrong ones.You feel the sting of The Slap Heard 'Round the Pool in her tone now, and it just serves as a reminder to not be a creepy douche around Melanie. The sting may have faded from your cheek, but it almost destroyed your friendship as well."Stop apologizing," She says with a sigh."Sor-" You start, cutting yourself off."Look, Max, we're going to college soon," She says, turnning to face you in the passenger seat,.