They were like ivory, mostly white with traces of amber at her gums. They were formidable, as frightening as any dog or wild animal yet not as thick a... the big cats. They were almost two inches long in their current state. The bottom fangs were not as long but they too looked strong and sharp as nails. Though he was no expert in such matters, he thought she’d have no problem ripping a human to shreds with her teeth alone. In addition to her teeth she had the ability to heal quickly. Surely. She blinked at it and then compared the photo to me. “It’s you, but not you.”“What do you mean?”She shook her head. “I can’t explain it.”I took the card and pulled down the visor to look at myself in the mirror. At first, I didn’t see anything wrong. Then I understood the problem. “It’s me as I look in the mirror.”“Can you fix it?”“I’m not going to worry about it. As long as the nurses recognize me.”“The nurses are required to watch for missing or wrong details. If they think your ID is fake,. "I saw your g-string when you bent over." He texted me."I don't think so!" I replied."Pink with a tiny red rose at the top." Shit! He had seen them."Very nice – a present?" No - I buy my own underwear." "I bet you have some really SEXY stuff in that drawer."Each morning he would ask what colour my panties were. I became bolder as the time went on, and would describe my knickers and bra in detail (lacy white bra and matching thong, or black push-up bra with black French knickers). It certainly. ." Ah," he cried, overcome with jealousy, "you confess it! So the man of whom I speak exists! I swear that the villain..."He turned toward M. Desmalions, his face convulsed with hatred. He made no further effort to contain himself:"Monsieur le Prefet, we are in sight of the goal. I know the road that will lead us to it. The wild beast shall be hunted down tonight, or tomorrow at least. Monsieur le Prefet, the letter that accompanied those documents, the unsigned letter which this young lady.