Who would make the perfect victim for this? Who indeed? I didn’t want to go the obvious route and risk Sam’s life. Who instead, then? Then it occu...red to me. Marcus Bozeman, the werewolf. He would be no great loss! The only question was how to get the packmaster out there? Oh, yeah, just grab him and go!“I love how you think, but what to do about the Sparrows?” Clio asked me now.“Easy ... lure them into Shreveport and whisper to the wolfpack there that they killed Marcus. Before the Sparrows. Your wonderfully sculpted chest. Ahh…I could spend hours just touching you, memorizing every inch of your skin. I watch you as you sleep. So peaceful. You breathe deep and even in slumber. A slight smile on your face, dreaming. Of what I wonder? I raise the sheet a bit and see your gloriously hard cock. So, that’s what you’re dreaming of. Unconsciously your hand reaches for your cock. And I hold my breath, hoping that your touch doesn’t awaken you.. My eyes were closed as I began to swing my hips in a very sexy manner. The heat was becoming more intense and my mind was now one with the haunting music. Slowly, I began to unbutton my blouse, pulling it from my body revealing my skimpy see through bra. I could hear murmurs of approval and the music seemed to get louder, urging me on and totally consuming my mind. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor allowing my audience to view my naked, 36” breasts. I could now hear. The whole baseball team had assembled after school ended, seniors all the way down to us freshmen. Our Varsity coach had given a less-than stirring speech about how disappointing it had been to lose in regionals last year, and how we’d take our place at state this year. Then the coaches split us off into Varsity and JV teams, shooing us freshmen and most of the sophomores out to the smaller gym.The only thing that didn’t feel quite right was how short and tight last year’s baseball pants had.