" Really?" Well, I'm waiting to hear back on the car, and when I do. I expect I'll hear more on the fishing. When were you folks planning on heading t...at way?" We were planning on leaving after lunch. That bed and breakfast you told us about is full up for the weekend, but we've got reservations at someplace called the Westward Inn. Those bed and breakfast's seem more geared towards romantic getaways than a group of traveling companions." Yeah, I can understand that," I agreed."How's Nhu?" he. Mine had never gone away, and I was already twenty-five. But girls loved them. Especially human girls, so I didn’t try to fix them with contacts or anything like that. I currently wore only my black boxers, the only thing I wore to bed if I ever wore anything at all. I went and rummaged through my pinewood dresser and found a pair of dark blue jeans. Most of us male werewolves in the tribe didn’t wear shirts til winter. We had our fur to keep us warm and protected. So, I pulled on the jeans and. . a taster of things to come perhaps?" she starts to ease thegloves off. "You looking forward to that my bitch?" Oh yes Mistress," I reply softly with a smile...With the gloves free, she rises to her feet and lifts me to join her,escorting me out of the cold room and back down the corridor. The flooris cold on my feet and on my skin where the red latex has been peeledoff. But the corridor doesn't seem so long now I'm on the path tofreedom... well freedom of a sort.But I can't help asking,. ”Em shrugged. “We were putting on a play, but she was quick and the flirting seemed real enough. She thinks fast and makes direct eye contact. As you said, she’s cute as a button.”“Don’t get me started on button analogies. You know where I’ll take it.”“Point taken,” she acknowledged. “Still, as interesting as she is, we’re two different beasts. She’s a girlie-girl while I’m a tom boy.”“A lipstick lesbian and a butch dyke,” Doug offered.Em frowned but nodded. “We don’t appreciate those terms,.