After looking at the moon, I looked outside and there I saw a werewolf jump through my bedroom window. He was drawn to me and my womanly, voluptuous c...urves under my red silky nightgown. I turned around as I witnessed the werewolf transform into human. Jacob was tall with short, black hair, deep brown eyes, tanned Native American skin, and a ripped body.He whispered, "I'm drawn to you." as he softly kissed my lips and touched my shoulders. I could taste his warm animal lips heating up mine.He. Some aspects of his existence as an EI made such learning almost trivial, but other aspects made it difficult. Learning the words and the basics of syntax and grammar were trivial. Conversational nuances were another matter. His ability to engage in conversational Dimau was programmed in, not a learned behavior. He struggled sometimes to adjust those programmed parameters when faced with new situations and new social jargon. It was a credit to his original programmers that he did find it. Once you've finished with the lawn, you cando the inside of the windows, where it will be a cooler to work." Iinstructed him."Yes Mam, he replied, and proceeded to finish dressing."That's FIVE!" I exclaimed. "Hmm, what shall your punishment be?" Mam?" he asked, before he finished buttoning his uniform. "May I askwhat I did to deserve number five, please Mam?"You failed to show your appreciation for my thoughtful present, and Ican only assume you don't like it. Nor did you show any. 'You are ... someone I should know. I think you might be the unknown friend I was seeking out. Your thoughts feel good against mine. Not like the other creatures – not like the ones who fed me when I was weak. When I first escaped to ... wherever we are.'Miranda sat up, radiating an intense curiosity. "You were trapped, weren't you? In a tight, black place. I had nightmares about it."The pterodactyl pushed herself up on her arms – her wings – and stared suspiciously down at the pale little.