She was not what anyone would consider a "barberslut".Tonight was different though. Cal could feel it in the way she held his arm and pressed against ...him as they waited for the quartet that had followed them to finish their set. He could see it in the way her eyes glowed as she looked up at him and in the moistness of her lips and the way she was breathing. Something had set her off, and if excellent singing was what tripped her trigger then by god he was going to do his damnedest to always. Just the kind I had used on Mandy.Her eyes lit up and she rose up on her knees.."Help me," she said. "Put me on the bed!" I realized that with her arms bound behind her she couldn't get up off her knees, so I took her arm and pulled her over to the bed and she threw her upper body on it, her knees still on the floor."My ass." she said. "Hit me on my ass."My only experience with a whip had been the ill-fated attempt with Mandy. Still, how hard could it be? I raised the crop and rapped it across. There was a book with a list of various men, their contacts and some notes about their bedroom prowess both from herself as well as comments from other names I didn’t recognize. Beside the book, there was a phone (not her normal phone) which revealed everything. Drew and I scrolled to the most recent conversation and we found out that just this morning, a man named Brad had stopped by our house to “bang her like a bitch” in the exact words of the text. We started looking through and realized. He could feel the enraged eyes boring into his back: He’d been caught. He doubled over and willed the serum to lose its effect. Snapping upright, he let loose a terrifying howl as the transformation began to take over. There was the sound of bones popping as they reshaped and stretched, of cloth tearing. The fur grew out at an alarming rate, and his eyes glowed like a raging sunset. Teenagers screamed and huddled and ran all around him, disbelieving what their eyes told them. Devon turned and.