Are you ... OK? How much do you remember?”Raven sighed. “I’m OK I guess? I don’t want to think about it all, not just yet.”“Oh, yeah, sure... cool. Do you want some clothes or something?”She looked down at herself. “Who cares, nothing you haven’t seen — and I see you’re still a hunk,” she said.“Uh, thanks. I’m also still a werewolf, too. And will be. Ben is-- was wrong about stuff.”“Are you like, stuck? Like that? Wasn’t it getting worse?”“I’ll be all right as long as I don’t feed. So yeah, just. " She snickered, "Why do I keep flashing to Rob tied up? Maybe that’s what I ought to do, tie Dave up so he can't play with his prick." "Won't work," I said. She looked at me. "The reason things like that are fun is that its mutual consent and we trust each other." Amy got comfy, her skirt rode up real high. God, I wish I had her legs. They look so long, even though she's not very tall.I think Amy went to sleep, so I dug in and got a little work done. I hit the loo and when I went to go back. I decided that shopping today or not I was going to be ascomfortable as I could and opening the case I'd packed last and took outa cotton top and a skirt which I knew came down to just above my knees, aslightly padded bra and cotton panties.I sprayed on some perfumed body talc and remembered to put a panty napkinin my panties then put them on, followed by my bra and then slipped mylargest sized "cutlets" into the bra. I looked in the wardrobe mirror andafter making sure that the bra sat right. "Sage looked appalled, "I'm a slut?"Now it was Helen's turn to be shocked, "You? I thought she said it about me! Oh no, not you. Christ! What did that nosy little bitch say to you?"Sage smiled shyly; she had heard that one enough to know its meaning. "We were talking about our holiday plans, and I say you going to that club and I want to go too..." Oh really, that's no..." the last part of Sage's sentence echoed in Helen's mind, "Wait, you told Linda you want to go to The Crack?" Which was.