She understands. It's a forlorn hope, anyway."I got us on the waiting list for a table -- thankfully a shorter one -- then turned to her, "Why?" You'r...e kidding, right?" I think you're cute..." Yeah." She grinned impishly and held up a hand, "How many fingers?" Oh, so I'm blind?" I laughed."Or something."I let it ride until we were seated, then decided that if I could back into it, I might get a CAP score. "Okay, so, you've got this thing about your looks. They tell you that scores are more. ‘This is just my childhood doll.’ ‘Yes but she’s the famous venerable comic strip character Skye Brock’s doll. Daisy has lived with you through thick and thin and has shared your tears, your laughter and your journeys. And she appears in your books as Daisy as Carey’s Green’s doll and don’t you see? We know Carey Green is really you. Now don’t look so surprised. Who went on that first adventure before you wrote Carey Green as going on it? You did. You spent a month with the United States. ..” He leaves the room for a minute, coming back with an ice cube in his hand, slowly pulling the dog cock from her ass. “You always did like the feel of a nice cold ice cube in your tight little ass, didn’t you whore?” he teases, as he slides the cold ice cube into her ass. She squeals and arches her back, as it slips inside her hot bowels, whimpering, as he lightly pushes the dildo back into her ass. He leans down, and taps his finger on her clit, causing her to squirm, and him to smile. He. It was a low growl, so deep it sent chills running down my spine. I wanted to run, but I was too afraid. I remained frozen in place for what felt like an eternity before the beast—there was no doubt in my mind it was a werewolf—made its move.It sped across the grass, its massive paws silent on the dew-covered blades. As soon as I realized what was happening, I unfroze. By then, the creature was a mere ten feet away. I turned tail and started pumping my legs.I don’t know how long I ran. All I.