Clothes suddenly appeared on him, and his brain registered that nothingness had transformed into something. Feeling a bulge in his sleeve, he reached ...ith his hand and quickly pulled the object out. A small mirror appeared in his hand, and he brought it up to his face to examine his face in the ghostly reflection. Somehow, it appeared he looked different to what he remembered. With hair now blonde, not brown, his eyes grey not black, and now with two eyes brows instead of that peculiar mono. Unfortunately, so did many guys in the room, and Angela did not even know I was there. As bad as I wanted to just throw her to the ground and leap on top of her, I was also getting more than furious about her being here. I decided to be generous, however, and give her a chance, to see what she would do. In my heart, I knew that I was going to watch her have sex with a black man, but I was hoping that maybe she would just tease the Hell out of them, and then go back to her room and masturbate. We were in a restaurant, as I mentioned, and one of the better ones downtown, catering to the businessmen and lawyers who worked in nearby offices. As such there were far more men than women present and even if it had not been so, my mother and I would have gotten our fair share of attention. Both of us were attractive, myself with youthful beauty and my mom possessing a graceful presence that belied her forty-four years.We were used to attention and we enjoyed it, but it was the first time I'd. “It’s so thin.”“Thin?”“Thin.” She stuck her head through the tear again, looked around, and took a deep sniff. “Normally, your eyes can see a kind of gold or yellow air, right? And it’s here, but it’s so thin that I can barely see it, like a ... morning mist that’s pretty much evaporated. I can smell it, though.”He couldn’t smell it. Probably a werewolf thing.“Did the tear make it thin?” he said.“Maybe. I ... I need to talk to Avery about this. She probably knows something about whatever we’re.