Did I vocalize? "Stop thinking so loudly. It hurts your head. Sip your cider."Cider Zheeyad, I presumed. The effects of the auto-doc deep interrogatio... were still with me. I'd have to be careful. At the moment I was quite helpless. Any enemy could get me to make damning utterances that would at the very least end my career—and could result in conviction for treason and execution. Never mind that my medical records had a warning that deep interrogation had a severely negative effect on me—that's. Then he said it had got personal with him and it just felt right to end it himself, and to save my life as a way to show his gratitude to us for exposing those bad cops. He’s really a good guy, so imposing with his height, but so real and so human. Oh, he said he and his wife are coming to the wedding. Then I asked him for a favor.’ ‘What kind of a favor?’ ‘Well, it seemed as if he was rescuing me from those crooked cops so I could marry you. So I asked him if he would give me away. He asked me. My second shag ! Just my luck. I tried to make it work and married Joe, but I was eyeing up the women more than he was. And even as a newly wed I would get hammered with my friends and snog them as much as I could and grab a boob or an ass making everyone think I was larking about.But later when Joe climbed on me for my less and less frequent lovemaking,it wasn't Joe I thought about, but my friend Julie with her sweet pert little breasts,or Amanda,whose pierced nipple I once licked,and. Plus, my back was severely bruised from both landing on it and having it smashed into a wall. And oh yeah, I also had three broken knuckles from punching my old friend Steve in the head. I still couldn’t believe it; the fucking council of the burning-cocks had much to answer for.Malachar had explained how they typically created a Lycanthrope, and it wasn’t pleasant. He figured that someone had shown up where they’d detected I’d found the first ring and had subsequently stumbled upon my buddy..