.. just let my friends go! They haven't done anything to you. Please ... just let them go!" Diana pleaded as tears welled in her eyes.Hood stated plai...nly, "I'm not going to hurt your friends. They haven't done anything to deserve being punished for ... other than being friends with you! I just want them to witness what it takes to truly redeem your own soul and that of another person ... if you can make them see the error of their ways."You see I, too, have committed sins of a sexual nature. I. A thick mane hangs down to its ass, halfway in texture between hair and fur. You strain to tell its gender, trying to discern either the six breasts and furry slit typical of a she-wolf, or the six normal nipples and sheathed, triangular-headed cock and furry sack of a male. Somehow, you know the difference.The werewolf (you have no doubt that is what faces you) bows its head, as if in apology. In your dream state, you know why; it should have completed you when it bit you. Because it did not. Her nipples hard and pointing straight up at the sun. He legs slightly bent. That tornado of wild black hair swirling around, leading right down between her legs. I couldn’t resist any longer. I stood up, leaned over and picked her up, then carried her back through the door into her bedroom. I lay her down on the bed then climbed up right beside her, and it all started again.I rolled her over on her belly and stuffed a pillow under her hips, lifting them up perfectly. I climbed between those. Brandie looks up and offers a sparkling “Good morning!” as she gives me her “Oh, Maddie, what have you got yourself into now?” look, while Estelle just smiles her sweet smile. Drew and I both mumble out quick responses to Brandie, but head straight to the door without stopping for needless chit chat. Within a minute we are hopping into my beat up old Jeep, and not five minutes later roll into the parking lot of a greasy diner just off campus. Somehow, even after a long night and a slow start to.