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though. I always smell bastet on her. Like she plays on the wrong side of town when I’m not looking. We never talk about it. Ever. I don’t want to know.
     
     
    Touching herself, cupping her breasts, lifting them to a perkier point, she asked, “You write in your journal yet?”
     
     
    Her fingers titillated her nipples; I saw the tips rise. Well, maybe that’s because she had them between her thumb and forefinger. Both breasts. Both hands. Hands on.
     
     
    I had to inhale through a tight nose. “I’ve been meditating on it. I’ll do it later.”
     
     
    She is much better to meditate on.
     
     
    Blinking a-purpose, giving me a wide-eyed owl look, she shook her head, and firmly grunted, “Uh... No .”
     
     
    I spread my legs, gave her the perfect place to settle in against me, thought that might coax her to come closer. Just a few steps. Even held my arms out. All I needed was to get my hands on her. She’d melt, I was sure of it. “I’d rather--”
     
     
    Amber cut me off. “Did you not read the inscription?”
     
     
    I glanced at the bastard--the journal, I mean. She wants me to clean up my mouth, too. Says if I do, I can put it anywhere I want. I’m already licking my lips.
     
     
    I am a master of self-control. I am a master of self-control. I keep telling myself that, but she pushes me to my limits. I insisted, “But you’re--”
     
     
    Obviously ready. Damn, I don’t know how she kept the juices from rolling down the inside of her legs. Talk about your Kegels.
     
     
    By far, Amber had more impressive inner muscles than outer ones. And as I said already, she was looking good in that department. All she had to do was climb on and I came. And don’t go thinking any bullshit about a big woman being on top. I like her straddling me. I like her under me, too, but what the hell? She’s fucking great in bed. Enthusiastic. Makes me laugh. Makes me pant. Get my point? She is everything I want, and more than I can handle.
     
     
    Her hands dropped to her hips again and she disappointed me with a matter-of-fact, “I’m willing to wait.”
     
     
    See what I mean?
     
     
    That got me. I replied, “Don’t do me like that. Come out here all dressed up in something see-through and--”
     
     
    “Dog, you better get that tongue back in your mouth.”
     
     
    Yeah, sometimes she puts on the ghetto act. Who knows, maybe she’s from one of those lighter-skinned African lines? Damn, maybe I’ll have to ask her where her family line comes from. Got me curious now. Never met any of her relatives. Don’t know if she has any left alive.
     
     
    But she’s all garou. I’d smell it if she weren’t. That’s one thing I’ve got--the best nose in the whole damn world. I sniff out unnaturals for a living.
     
     
    Maybe I should have said...I snuff out unnaturals. You know, people who’ve been bitten and transformed into werewolves. There’s a blight on society.
     
     
    I’m the hero that keeps the world safe.
     
     
    What? Didn’t come across like a big hero? What did you want, to see me pulling on tights and a cape? Ain’t never gonna happen. I do my business in the dark. In the shadows. After you’ve gone to sleep.
     
     
    And they never write me up in the papers.
     
     
    At least, I never got in the news much before Bark disappeared. Now, it seems like every day someone is calling for an interview.
     
     
    Amber spun on her heels, heading out of the room, announcing, “Let me know when you’ve written something.”
     
     
    Her ghetto booty disappeared a second later, before I could wrap my tongue around anything.
     
     
    So that’s why I’m writing this. Trying not to dwell on her fine form in stretched sheer--what kind of fabric is that? I never had a reason to go into a fabric store before, but I’m thinking if I’ve got to write down things, I should do a little research. Elasticized lace?
     
     
    Forget the fabric store. I bet I can get the answer at the adult