Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 02:27:28 -0500
From: Cobalt Blue <elfcat@gmail.com>
Subject: Cattin' Around 6: Bloodmoon Rising II

Author's Note: Bonus points for anyone old enough to get the musical
reference.

BLOODMOON RISING PART II

Okay, for the second part of this issue, I'm turning over the
storytelling duties to Emory.  She was there for a lot of the events in
this part where I wasn't.  I had other issues I was dealing with; issues
that made me face a very difficult choice that would have repercussions
all the way into the Twenty-first Century.  Besides, I think her point of
view might be a little more enlightening to all of us.

				    ~*~

Trey is being too kind, and to be completely honest, I think he's a
little embarrassed to talk about some of the events that took place that
fateful winter in his hometown.   As he indicated, he had to make some
very difficult choices, and those choices eventually came back to haunt
all of us in that final fateful battle against the UN's forces just a few
years ago.

However, as far as our story is concerned, the time for those decisions
had not yet come.  We were still enjoying the afterglow of our becoming
reacquainted.  Trey is actually somewhat modest in his estimation of
himself and his performance.  I had not been without my share of lovers
back in Britain, and I am being nothing but truthful when I say that his
performance in the erotic arts was outstanding.  He was and is a
considerate lover who is as interested in his partner's needs as his
own.

He also failed to mention just how good he really does look.  As he said
earlier, he had put on quite a bit of muscle over the last two years.
When I had initially left America, he was tall, lean and lithe.  Over the
intervening time, he'd managed to put on enough muscle mass to be
considered a large man.  He stood a good six foot two and massed over two
hundred pounds of hard cut muscle.  Add his green eyes and long copper
hair and you had a recipe for a Norse god.  He was naturally good
looking- I somehow doubt that his Goddess would create one of her agents
to be ugly- and the air of danger that hovered about him made him that
much more attractive. I really didn't understand why some local girl
hadn't snatched him up.  Then again, that's probably a good thing,
because I would then be disposing of a body.  You see, by this time, I'd
decided that Trey was mine.  I would share mind you- nobody involved with
a magecat could expect to not to have to share- but he was mine, he just
didn't know it yet.  His mother and I had already worked it all out.

To return to our story, I spent the rest of that night at the
Greenbough's residence.  Between our lovemaking and my jet lag, I was
relatively tired, and will admit to somewhat sleeping in on the following
day.  As I lay in Trey's bed the next morning, drowsily watching him
dress for school, he smiled over at me and asked, "Do you have any plans
for this Friday night?"
I sat up on the pillows slightly and replied, "No, not really.  There's
no way that the research lab will be even close to being set up, why?"

He pulled his jeans on and replied, "Well, Friday's our homecoming game,
and then there's a dance afterwards.  I know you're not very fond of
American football, but I thought we could go to dinner and then to the
dance- if you want to that is."  I think he was actually blushing.  I
could sense a shyness in him that he didn't normally show to others.
"I think that would be nice.  But if you want to go to the game, I think
I could force my self to watch a match," I told him.  I really didn't
dislike American football, I just hadn't had much experience with it.

I saw the grin spread across his face, and he seemed almost to bounce
across the room toward me.  He leaned down, gently kissed me, and then
nuzzled my cheek.  "Cool. I can't wait."  I could literally feel his
excitement, and the physical contact only intensified it.   Trey
Greenbough may not have known it yet, but he was definitely falling in
love with me- which wasn't a bad thing because the feeling was mutual.

Please, don't misunderstand.  I had done a lot of research about werecats
in general, and mage cats in particular.  I had no allusions about the
chances of a "normal" relationship with one.  The Keeper of Cats put just
enough of herself in them to make sure that for the most part, a single
person could never completely satisfy their sexual- for the most part.  I
was starting to realize just how Mrs. Greenbough was able to hold onto
Trey's father.  She had a gift very much like my own, and had used it to
her advantage- an advantage that had allow her to not only survive giving
birth to a magecat, but hold onto one as well.

"I'll have to get in touch with Wanda to find out what kind of dress to
buy, but I think I can manage something appropriate by Friday." I told
him.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked.

"I have to pick up Dr. Ahmed in Birmingham and take him to his hotel.
Then I have to start sorting out the equipment at the lab.  I should be
done around eight tonight."  I shrugged at him.

"Yeah, about that...," he said.

"Yes?"

"How long will this Dr. Ahmed be looking for red wolves around here?"

"For a couple of months I guess.  If he doesn't find any red wolves,
he'll probably chalk it up to local folklore.  Why?"

Trey paused for a moment and then said, "Because JD and his pack are
going to be going through their rite of passage this Christmas Break.
They have to spend a week in wolf form to prove that they can survive in
the woods.  If Dr. Ahmed is in the woods then, he's probably going to
find a whole lot more red wolves than he really wants to."

I sat up in bed and asked, "Can the rite be moved?  I mean does it have
to be that week?"
He shook his head, "No.  They scheduled it this way to avoid having to
miss any school.  They go into the woods at sunrise the day after
Christmas and come out the following Saturday, the second.  We go back to
school on the fifth.  This way the only holiday they miss is New Years
and have a little time to recover before starting back to take finals."

A sense of dread suddenly took up residence in the pit of my stomach.  I
considered my options and decided to lay my cards on the table to Trey.
Actually, it wasn't that hard.  Trey already knew that my uncle worked
for the British Intelligence Services, and suspected that his own parents
worked for the American.  My involvement in this situation would not come
as a surprise to him.   "Look Trey, I can't tell you everything, but I
think you can guess most of it.  I'm here for my uncle.  He asked me to
keep an eye on this so-called UN scientific study.   There are people
back at MI-6 that think that Ahmed is trying to capture your pack of
wolves here to use for experiments back in Europe; to create some kind of
super-soldier for the UN to use."

"So the dread in my gut isn't just nerves?" he asked.

"Probably not," I told him.  "Both MI-6 and your own intelligence
services are worried about the possibility of the UN having operatives
that can toss around a Land Rover.  If they are trying to create some
kind of army of operatives I'm supposed to let my uncle know and they can
move in to counter it."

Trey fixed me with an intense gaze and I suddenly I felt the beast within
him come very close to the surface.  "If they try to hurt my friends,
capture people I care about, then by Thor's red beard, I'll send them to
the bosom of their Desert Death God."   His eyes began to shift to that
golden glow of a tiger.

I felt the power of that oath, and of the beast that resides in his soul
reverberate down the link we shared.  It was like a hot fiery hot hammer
slamming into me. It almost physically staggered me.   For the first
time, I began to understand the raw power that he controlled and rage
that he kept on such a tight leash.  I now understood the warning his
mother gave me about that rage in this very house two years ago.  I may
be able to copy his form, but that rage was a power unto itself.  My
mouth went dry, and palms began to sweat.   "That's why I'm here, Trey.
To make sure that the only red wolves they find are real red wolves, not
your pack."

He nodded, and finished buttoning his shirt.  "I'll warn JD.  He can tell
his Dad."  Before I could protest he held up a hand and said, "I won't
tell him about who you're working for, just that there's a UN scientific
team here to look for red wolves.  I'll suggest that they move their
monthly gatherings to here on the farm.  They can use the furball field.
It's private property."

I just nodded not knowing what to say.  The raw rage in his mind made it
difficult for me to read his thoughts, and I was operating on blind
faith.  Finally, I managed, "About the dance Friday, I'll talk to Wanda
and some of the other girls to find out what I need to wear."
He simply nodded to me and said, "That would probably be a good idea.
I'm not really sure about all the stuff girls do for this kind of
thing."  Then suddenly I felt the rage drain away from him and his mind
open up again as he bent down and kissed me lightly.  As he drew away, he
said, "But to be honest, you'd be the prettiest girl there in a pair
overalls and a tee-shirt."

"Trey?" I asked.

He turned stopped pulling back from me and replied, "Yes?"

"What will you be wearing?  After all, it's usually customary for the
couple to coordinate their look."

He stopped and seemed to think about it for the first time.  "I don't
know.  I've got a double breasted suit in the closet.  I guess I'll wear
that.  You can look at it."

"When was the last time you wore it?" I asked.  Somehow I got the feeling
that Trey didn't often dress formally, if he could get away with it.

"About a month ago I guess.  I had a meeting with Vice Admiral Waller at
the Naval Academy."
I nodded, "Okay, I'll use that to choose my dress."  I wondered just how
much he really cared about the dance itself.  I could sense his interest
in the game, along with some regret that he wasn't going to be playing,
and I could sense his interest in spending time with me, but I got the
feeling that he would have been just as happy going out to dinner and a
movie and then a walk.   I could tell that some of his friends were
pressuring him into coming to the dance.  Oh well, a dance wouldn't hurt
him, and it might just go a long way in helping his social standing in
the community.

"I should be home by three thirty at the latest," he told me.  "It's
Thursday so the biggest traffic I'm going to have to deal with is the
school busses."

"Why don't you take my car?" I asked him.

He just smiled at me and said, "You'd better keep it if you've got to go
to Birmingham to get this Dr. Ahmed.  My jeep is better suited for the
local roads around here.  You're better off going through Malfunction
Junction with something a little more maneuverable," he replied as he
grabbed his books off the table and headed out.  Stopping at the
doorframe, he looked back and said, "By the way.  Mom and Dad are
supposed to be back this Sunday.  You know they're going to insist on you
staying with us."

I just smiled and told him, "I'd counted on that.   It gives me a place
to duck and cover in case things get unpleasant with Dr. Ahmed and crew."

His face took a serious demeanor.  "You know, I could kick your Uncle
Evan's hind-end for getting you involved in one of these little
undercover capers."

"I can take care of myself, Robin Hunter Greenbough," I told him
seriously.  "My uncle has been training me for this kind of thing since I
was a little girl."

"Emory, you are still a girl," he told me.  Before I could protest, he
held up his hands and added, "and I'm still a boy.  We just can do things
most normals can't, and that means that sometimes people forget that
we're still a couple of teenagers."

I couldn't help but stop and think about that.  Most teenagers our age
are too busy trying to become an adult to stop and consider just how
important it is for us to still be teenagers- to be able to make mistakes
without paying too heavy of a price.   And there was a lot of potential
for a heavy price with this kind of undercover work.  We were dealing
with an international organization with dark and dire plans for people
like us.  "I'll be careful," I told him.  But I'm not taking the Porsche
with me, it's mine.  I'm using the Dodge four by four that the UN
purchased.  I've got three scientists and their gear to bring back with
me.  The 911 is a fun car, but it can't carry that kind of passenger
load."

He just chuckled, "I guess it wouldn't.  Still, I'll take my Jeep.  We
don't want anyone thinking I'm puttin' on airs around here."

"As you wish," I told him as he left.

 I still had a hard day's work ahead of me before I ever left for the
airport.  The UN had wanted to rent a house nearby the woods to use as a
base.  My Uncle had used some of his contacts in the American Department
of Nocturnal Affairs to purchase a house that we could be sure that we
could monitor.   We even managed to get a retired MI-6 agent in as a
housekeeper, but things were still up in the air.  I just hoped that the
UN didn't have access to any telepaths at this point.  That could put the
dear woman in some danger.

 I lay there a little longer, feeling the warmth from the night before
slowly draining away as the sun peeked through the gauzy curtains at the
other end of the room.  I don't know what it was about Trey, but for some
reason, his presence always made me feel warm and safe.  Even the
lingering traces of him that permeated the room left me with the same
feeling, which really was quite illogical considering the nature of what
he was.  What sane woman would feel safe in the presence of almost a ton
of big cat?

 Forcing myself to arise, I went to the window and watched as his auto
disappeared down the long dirt road and behind a stand of pine trees.
Retrieving my things to from my bag, I made my way down the hall to the
bathroom and got ready for the day.  I chose a grey maroon blouse, and a
grey skirt and matching jacket for my duties for the day.  If I was going
to play chauffeur for the good Doctor Ahmed today, I might as well look
like a competent businessperson.

 I pulled the suit from Trey's closet and was actually impressed.  It was
a navy blue double-breasted suit in a very conservative cut.  It was the
kind of thing my uncle wore when on duty.  There was an ice blue shirt
with it, and a dark blue tie.  I could work with that quite well.
Tucking the matching handkerchief from the suit in my pocket, I grabbed
my purse and headed out.

 I considered my options before I left, and decided that a minor use of
powers would not be amiss.  A quick scrying of the front room of the
house we'd arranged told me that Mrs. Fitzroy wasn't there.  That's one
of the things I did yesterday, I set up a scrying  focus in each room so
that I could look in on what's happening whenever I wanted.  They weren't
big, just a small item in each room, but they gave me a good view and
full sight and sound in each one of them.

 After a quick check of all the rooms to determine that she was in the
kitchen, I built a gate between the Trey's room and the front hall of the
house.  Usually, that kind of spell is hard to pull off, but because I'd
spent enough time setting up my scrying spells I already had a connection
with the location and that made it easier.  Grabbing my bag, I stepped
through and into the house.  I opened and closed the front door and then
called out, "Mrs. Fitzroy?"

 "In the kitchen, Miss Northmore," she answered in her Northern Irish
accent.  Mrs. Fitzroy was a retired operative from the "troubles" in
Ireland and had been of great service to the crown during some of the
worst of the fighting.

  The house itself was an older but sturdily built home on Viking drive
just down from the city high school and one of the elementary schools.
It was on a well-travelled road with easy access to both the highway
leading into Birmingham and the forests where the wolves were supposed to
be.  Most importantly, it was in an area that would force Dr. Ahmed and
his team to be on their best behavior.  I still don't think that he fully
understood what kind of culture he was walking into.

 Mrs. Fitzroy was in the kitchen taking inventory of the supplies and
quietly clucking to herself in disapproval.  "This just won't do.  I'm
going to have to visit the market.  Tomorrow's Friday and there's no
fresh fish."

 I just smiled and said, "An account has been arranged at the local
grocer on 78 Highway, it's called Sons.  They should have anything you
need."

 She just gave me a strange look and then I realized that I was giving
orders to a woman who pretty much outranked me in all accounts except
social.  I smiled and said, "I'm afraid that wasn't phrased very well.
Let me try again."

 She just smiled at me and said, "It's alright deary.  I know what you
mean and as long as you caught it, and it doesn't happen again, we'll get
along fine."  She patted me on the arm.

 I smiled back at her and said, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again.
Actually, I came by to retrieve the Four Wheel Drive.  I need to go to
the airport and pick up Dr. Ahmed and his team."

 She indicated the counter and said, "The keys are over there.  I'll use
the sedan.  It's easier to drive."

Picking up the keys I said, "In that case, I'm off.  I want to stop and
do a little shopping before I have to be at the airport."

 She just shook her head and chuckled, "Have fun girl.  Just don't get so
caught up in shopping that you forget to pick up Dr. Ahmed."

 "I'll remember," I told her heading out the back door to the green
pickup truck.

 The drive back to Birmingham was uneventful, and the man at the dress
shop in Brookwood Mall was very helpful.  By the time I was finished, I
had a nice dress for the dance, and some appropriate jewelry.   I
realized I would have to make an appointment sometime on Friday to get my
hair done, but really didn't see that much of a problem with that.  I did
so want to impress Trey's friends.

 I finished my shopping and then motored over to the airport to await Dr.
Ahmed's flight from Paris.  It was delayed so I used the opportunity to
ring my Uncle and update him on the situation.

 He was expecting my call so it was not difficult to get through.   We
spoke briefly of my plans to stay with the Greenboughs, and he told me
that he'd already spoken with Trey's mother and father and it was
arranged.   After an exchange of code signals to make sure we could speak
freely.  He warned me, "We just got the information on one of Ahmed's
security guards."

 "Yes?" I asked feeling a sense of dread.

 "Johan Von Tottenstein," he told me.

 "Krieger," I replied trying not to let the worry become evident in my
voice.   That was the last thing I needed.  Krieger was one of Germany's
top members of the Valhalla Squadron that fought Strikeforce Liberty
across Europe during World War Two.  Krieger had a reputation for being
an honorable warrior, the only member of Valhalla Squadron not tried for
war crimes after the war, but he was still a formidable foe. The battles
between him and American Ace were legendary in their ferocity and
displays of raw inhuman strength.  "I will be careful," I told him.

 "Perhaps you should engage Trey's assistance in dealing with him," Uncle
suggested.

 "I'll consider it," I told him shaking my head.  I really didn't want to
put Trey in that kind of danger.  Krieger was a seasoned soldier, and
could do serious damage if he set his mind to it. Like Trey had said this
morning, he's still just a boy.  A rather profound statement coming from
a seventeen year old male when you come to think of it.

 "Be careful, Em," he told me.  Just then, the intercom service announced
the arrival of Dr. Ahmed's flight.

 "I will.  I have to go. Their flight is here. I love you Uncle Evan."

 "Love you too," he told me.  I hung up the phone and went toward the
gate indicated by the intercom.

 Watching the passengers disembark it didn't take long to pick out
Tottenstein.  He was tall and broad, with short-cropped blond hair. He
was like a mountain moving through the throng of people coming down the
concourse.  He didn't look like a man in his seventies, but more like his
mid thirties.  But then again, most of the bricks in the world tended to
age somewhat slower.  I briefly wondered if American Ace had fared as
well.  I took a closer look at him, and something told me that all wasn't
as it appeared to be.  He did not look at all pleased to be here.

I let my mind slip out and briefly touch just his surface thoughts.  I
was right.  He was definitely here against his will.  I withdrew my touch
for now.  I knew I'd have an opportunity to further explore his mind
later, so there was no use taking the chance of getting caught early on.

I then noticed Dr. Ahmed walking beside him. I'd met the good doctor on
one other occasion- when I was interviewing for the intern's position- he
was as unappealing now as he was then.  Short and stocky with dark hair
and well trimmed beard, he was wearing a suit and tie in which he seemed
ill at ease.  Pulling his luggage behind him and carrying what looked
like an Arabic paper the doctor kept glancing over and up at the towering
form of Tottenstein and then mumbling to himself in Arabic.  He seemed to
be as unhappy at having Tottenstein as the larger man was about being
there.

I waited for the Doctor to start looking around for me before approaching
him.  "Dr. Ahmed," I said turning on the British school girl charm, "I
have a car waiting for you outside."  I did not offer to shake his hand.
When I first met him, he made it clear that he considered me as a mere
girl beneath his dignity to offer his hand.

He looked at me and then at his large bag he was pulling and sighed
before saying irritably, "Ms. Northmore, you are punctual at least."  He
turned to indicate Tottenstein and said, "This is Herr Stone.  He'll be
seeing to much of the physical aspects of our work."    He then turned
and indicated his luggage.  Mr. "Stone" simply ignored the implied order.

I smiled to myself and offered my hand. "Herr Stone," I stressed the
name, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

The bigger man gave me a strange look, then smiled and offered me his
hand.  Suddenly my mind was flooded with images of a smiling young man in
his early twenties.   He was handsome in that Germanic way, with blond
hair and deep blue eyes. I could sense a great deal of anxiety about this
person's safety in Tottenstien's own thoughts. Perhaps he was a son, or
other family member.  The answer to that question should not have
surprised me, but in the end it did.  He smiled back weakly and then said
in slightly German accented voice, "You as well, Frauline."

I simply smiled at him and said, "If you'll follow me please."  I turned
to head toward the door, trusting them to follow me.  Tottenstein fell in
beside me, leaving Dr. Ahmed to pull his own luggage.  Somehow I got the
feeling that I could possibly turn Tottenstein into an ally.  He was
obviously as unimpressed with Dr. Ahmed as I was.

On the way back Dr. Ahmed again queried me on the town where we would be
staying.  I smiled and told him, "Jasper is actually a pretty small
town.  It's about 45 miles Northwest of Birmingham, and is somewhat
insular.  The whole county is very rural, and there are more forests than
farmland.   The largest employer in the county is the coal-mining
companies."

"Will we be able to get all of the supplies we need there?" Dr. Ahmed
asked.

"It depends on what you are looking for, Doctor.  Most of the things
you'll need for field study can be purchased at the local Farmer's
Co-op.  The lab equipment you sent over should suffice for most of your
research.  However some tests will have to be sent to Birmingham or even
the CDC in Atlanta to be completed."

"I don't think we need to involve the Center for Disease Control for our
research.  Most of it will be tagging and releasing.  Perhaps some
capture for study and breeding purposes."

"Wolves have never done well in captivity," I reminded him.

"We are implementing a relocation process this time," he told me.  "We
want to know if the American Red Wolf will survive in European forests."

I chuckled.  If I didn't already suspect Dr. Ahmed of ulterior motives,
that would have sealed the deal for me. Compared to these local forests,
the European forests- at least those in the Western part of the
continent- are little more than well-managed gardens.   Moving wolves
into European forests would simple result in their becoming pests and
scavengers- not the pack hunters they are by instinct.  Hiding the fact
that I'd actually done my research on wolves- one does not go into battle
with a pack of werewolves without wanting to research them afterwards- I
simply smiled and asked, "So you want to repopulate wolves into Western
Europe?"

"In a manner of speaking," he said.  However the images of werewolf
shock-troopers bringing Europe under the UN heel suddenly flooded my
mind.  This man had to be stopped!

"Tell me more about this town," Dr. Ahmed said.  "Are they as insular and
distrustful of outsiders as American Southerners are reported to be?"  I
could literally hear the contempt drip from his voice.

"I've found them to be simple folk who are welcoming to strangers amongst
them.  This area was settled by the Scotts-Irish, and some claim to be
Black Irish, but that's a term I've never heard defined very well.  They
aren't as clannish as either the Scotts nor the Irish, but they do value
community and family a great deal."

"What about amenities?" he asked.

"Somehow I don't think you are going to find a mosque any where near the
town, Herr Doctor," Tottenstein interjected.

In the rearview mirror I could see Dr. Ahmed give him a hard look.  I
simply said, "He's correct there.  Although there is a Jewish Temple in
downtown, and a single Catholic Church, religiously, the area is very
much dominated by various Protestant churches."

"I will have to make do then," the Doctor said.  "What about restaurants
and such?"

I shook my head and said, "Nothing to which neither you nor I are
accustomed, Doctor.   Although there is a McDonalds, and a few other fast
food establishments, most of the eateries are small family owned.  The
food is good, but don't expect five star service.  There is a single
movie theatre, with two screens, and a few places to rent videos."

"Do you have any idea where wolves in the area have been sighted?" he
asked.

"I've spoken to several of the locals and they can direct me toward most
of the sightings.   I think you may want to look around the Lewis Smith
Lake Dam.  There's a large deer herd there that could easily support a
wolf pack."

"Very good, you've done well Miss Northmore," he told me.  "What about
arrangements for our lodgings?"

"The service has arranged to rent a local house in the town, this lorry,
a sedan, and engaged the services of a housekeeper and cook, Mrs.
Fitzroy.  If you would make any dietary requirements known to her, she'll
make sure they are met."

"You arranged all of this yourself?" Tottenstein asked me.

"I've had some experience with managing a household staff.  My uncle is a
bachelor, and travels a great deal.  I've been managing his household for
several years."  It wasn't a complete untruth.  Uncle had made sure that
I knew how to manage a staff, and I did do a great deal of the work to
set up the house in Jasper.  I just didn't mention that I had help from
MI-6.  "When will the remainder of your staff be arriving Dr. Ahmed?"

"In a few days," he told me.  "Why?"

"I need to know so I can schedule time to pick them up at the airport.  I
have my duties at the lab to attend to as well as I've been asked to
attend a local social function by my host family.  I want to make sure
that I will be free to carry out my duties."

"I'm not sure your uncle would approve of you spending that much time
with the locals unsupervised," he told me disapprovingly.

"The Greenboughs are old family friends, and my Uncle and they have
certain arrangements about me and their son," I told him.  Of course Trey
didn't know about those arrangements yet, but he would in time.  More
importantly was the fact that he would also throw a monkey-wrench into
those plans, but not even I knew about that until much later.

"I will of course have to confirm this with your Uncle.  After all, you
are my responsibility while we are in this country."

"You are welcome to call him at any time, Dr. Ahmed.  He will confirm
that the Greenboughs are friends and that I'll be lodging with them
whilst here.  All of the forms were completed for this before I left
England."

I'm sure it's all in order, Ms. Northmore, but I would feel better to
hear it from your uncle."

"As you wish.  You can call him when we get to the house," I told him.

"Mr. T...,uh..., Stone will meet the rest of the staff at the airport.  You
can focus on your lab work that way, and be free to show me where the
wolf sightings have been."

"Of course Doctor Ahmed," I told him.

The rest of the drive back was made up of simple questions about the
accommodations of the house and what the terrain was like.  I answered
them as best I could and Doctor Ahmed seemed pleased.
Upon arriving, Mrs. Fitzroy had wonderful dinner of fish and potatoes
prepared.  I felt it best to stay for dinner before heading back over to
Trey's home.  The dinner conversation continued to be about finding the
wolves.

As dessert arrived, Dr. Ahmed looked over and asked me, "What about the
folklore?"

"Which aspect?" I asked.  "My friend JD tells stories of a creature
called the Gwiner, that is used to scare little kids from going too far
out at night.  And of course there is the story of the hanging man over
the Blackwater Bridge."  When the doctor looked at me surprised I
shrugged and said, "My last trip here, we spent an evening camped out
telling ghost stories."

Dr. Ahmed nodded and smiled before sipping his coffee and asking, "Any
legends of shapeshiters?"

I smiled over my coffee cup, knowing where he was going and answered,
"There's some of the old Germanic legends.  The farther you get out into
the rural areas of the County, the more you find that there is a small
population descended from Germanic and Nordic stock."  I smiled again and
looked over at Tottenstein and said, "Mr. Stone, you might even be
surprised to find that there is a family here dedicated to the ancient
Norse Gods."

Tottenstein's eyes grew larger, and once again, my mind was flooded with
images of the blue-eyed young man.  There was a undertone of fearing for
the man's safety to the images.  Tottenstein's reply was, "I'd heard that
the old religion was making a come-back here in the States.   Most of it
is now outlawed in Germany, thanks to that insane Austrian painter."

I nodded and turned back to my dessert, a rather moist devil's food
cake.  Dr. Ahmed probed further, "So there are legends of werewolves
here?"

"Of course Doctor, there is a rather large Cherokee Reservation located
about 60 miles east of here."

The Doctor seemed to be disappointed in that comment.  I on the other
hand turned to Mrs. Fitzroy and said, "This really is an excellent cake."

"Thank you, Miss Norhtmore," she replied as she cleared the dishes.

"You're welcome."

The rest of dinner was quiet.  I could sense Dr. Ahmed's mind was in a
whirl of possibilities.  He was almost shouting at me about his plans to
capture the werewolves, and use them to create a UN super team to
dominate the world.   If it wasn't for the fact that some of my friends
were the targets of his plans, and the fact that he had one of the most
powerful parahumans to ever enter the battlefield working for him I would
have been amused at how ludicrous the idea really was.   A decade later-
when the UN's Team Prime was killing and capturing American and British
parahumans- I wasn't thinking it was ludicrous at all.

After dinner, I excused myself and returned to the Greenbough home, and a
shower to wash off the sense of sleaze I was getting from being in mental
contact with Dr. Ahmed.   Trey and I talked for a time then retired for
the evening.

I spent the next day and half working to get the lab up and running.
Thursday night I spent a long evening discussing the doctor's plans with
JD and his father.  Mr. Williams was tall lean man who reminded me a
great deal of a nineteen fifties honky-tonk singer- complete with the
Hank William's haircut.  However, behind the façade was a keen and caring
mind, and he didn't treat what I had to say like it was just some child
making up tales.

I kept my involvement with MI-6 out of the conversation and let him think
I took the job just to get close to Trey, which wasn't entirely untrue.
Of course, that idea seemed to please Mr. Williams.  He seemed to think
that Trey needed a girlfriend that would keep him out of trouble.

He listened to me and asked several pertinent questions.  Finally, after
considering what he had heard, he said, "Most of the wolf tracks around
the Smith Lake Dam area are going to be from Nathan, Bart, and Elaine
Martin over at Curry.  I'll call J.W. Martin and ask him to take them out
this Friday night and leave a large series of tracks all over the area,
and then stay out of it until after this Doctor Ahmed is gone.  The
tracks will keep him busy there, and out of the kids' fur while they're
going through their proving.  I'll put the rest of the pack on a rotating
base to keep the tracks fresh, and keep the doctor busy.  However, if
he's convinced there are werewolves in the area, I'm afraid it may not be
enough.  We may have to take a more permanent action."

"Mr. Williams, don't forget that he has a very powerful parahuman in his
service.   I'm afraid that Krieger could do a lot of damage to your pack
before you could take out the doctor," I told him.

He shook his head and said, "I understand, but we can't have our presence
here revealed to the UN or anyone else.  We've fought hard to make
ourselves a part of this community.  It would be almost impossible to
pull up roots and relocate somewhere else.  I may have to call in some
favors from Trey and his Dad on this one."

"Mr. Williams, if the Greenboughs get involved directly then it would
definitely reveal the existence of something supernatural in this area.
I've seen Trey in a fight.  He's not subtle."

Mr. Williams chuckled, "I know what you mean, but Robin and Summar
Greenbough are.  If it comes down to it, they can help us out in ways
that Trey couldn't."

I nodded to him and smiled.  "As you will, I just thought you should
know."

The next day, I took the second half of the day off to get my hair done.
It turned out to be more difficult to find a stylist than I thought.
Many girls were getting ready for the homecoming dance as well.

I did finally manage to get an appointment.  This was the era of the
eighties big-hair, but it just wasn't my style.  My fey blood rather
effectively made itself known in my almost silver blonde hair, which
tended to be long and straight.  Instead of putting chemicals on it, I
simply had it washed and brushed to a deep shine.  I pulled it back at
the sides and then let it hang in a long curtain down my back.  It was
elegant, and in its own way, quite effective.


Trey on the other hand, seemed to be rather nonchalant about the whole
affair.  His attitude was: It's a dance, Emory will enjoy it and I can
put up with it for her.  In a way, I was flattered.  He was going to go
because he thought I would like it, not because he necessarily wanted
to.  He did however; look quite scrumptious in his navy blue three-piece
pinstriped suit.   His long red hair, pulled back in a ponytail was a
stark contrast the conservative cut of the suit, and gave him a handsome
roguish look.

We managed to have an early dinner at a nearby steakhouse before going on
to the game.  It was a pleasant evening and many of the other diners were
people from his school taking advantage of the lull before the game.  Of
course, most of them were also part of James Daniel's pack, being that
none of their fathers would let them play for fear of their hurting
someone.

Dinner was pleasant, and we spoke of my day and his.  He had spent most
of it driving one of the floats in the homecoming parade down town.
Evidently, during the homecoming festivities, the town pretty much shut
down and held a parade on the main thoroughfare past the old brick
building that housed the high school.  I told him of my day, which
consisted mainly of meeting the final members of the research staff- if
you could call them that.

Hired thugs was a better description of them.  One in particular however
reminded me of some of the big game hunters my Uncle occasionally
entertained at his estate in Gloucestershire.  He came across as
pleasant, yet at the same time aloof.  He gave me the impression that he
saw more in me than a simple schoolgirl, but instead saw a fellow
predator- which in its own way was quite accurate.

More importantly was the gear that arrived by special diplomatic
courier.  Several of the staff guarded it rather carefully.  From the
bits and pieces I picked up from their thoughts, I understood why.  There
were several high-powered rifles and almost 500 rounds of silver
ammunition.  They knew what they were hunting.

I told Trey of my day and my impression of the staff.  He listened
carefully and I could sense him considering options.  When I told him
about the ammunition, his attention picked up even more.  "Is there
anyway you can get rid of it?" he asked.

"Not without them just getting more.  Silver is rather inexpensive right
now, you know."

Before he could reply, James Daniel was suddenly sitting down with us.
He looked over at me and then at Trey.  "What caliber are the rounds?"

"Mostly 30.06," I told him.

He nodded his head, "I'm assuming they aren't brass jacketed."

It was my turn to nod.

James looked over at Trey and then to me.  "We could switch them with
regular lead rounds."  He must have noted the surprised look on my face
because he turned to say, "Sorry, to interrupt Emory.  It's good to see
you again, but you're in a room full of the pack.  Most of the people
here are listening to your conversation pretty closely- of course not for
the reason you might think."  He gave me a sly grin.

"Uh, no problem James Daniel.  I'd assumed that Trey would pass on any
information I gave him to you," I replied.

"Good.  Now, do you think if we can switch the ammo?" he asked.

"Probably," I told him.  "However, getting the opportunity may prove to
be difficult.  They are rather careful about guarding it."

"If I can get you the rounds can you make the switch, or at least get one
of us in to make the switch?" he asked.

I nodded, "I think so.  I do know a couple of spells that might prove to
be helpful."

"Good girl," James Daniel said. "I knew I liked having her around."

"Okay," Trey said quietly, "I'll get you the ammunition.  We probably
should wait until the last minute to make the switch.  That way they are
less likely to notice."

"You know Trey, lead rounds may not kill one of us, but a
thirty-ought-six is still going to hurt like hell," James Daniel said.
"And Emory is still vulnerable to lead."

I saw Trey's eyes grow hard as he thought about that.  Finally, he looked
up and said, "We'll talk about that later."  I definitely had the
impression that he was going to become difficult.

"Now that that's settled, I'd better get back to Wanda," James Daniel
said.

"See you at the dance," I told him.

"Don't remind me," was his reply.  "I'm only doing this for Wanda.  I
don't dance very well."

I chuckled quietly to myself.  It seemed that Trey wasn't the only one
who was going out of his way to make a girl happy.   "Somehow James
Daniel, I have the impression that you will do very well all on your
own."

He simply shrugged and turned back to his date saying, "I'll catch you
guys at the dance."

We spent the rest of a very delicious steak and shrimp meal making small
talk and for the most part catching up on each other's lives- not that we
hadn't already been doing that for almost a week.  I looked around the
small restaurant and was actually impressed.  I knew that Trey was
somewhat wary of trying to impress me with fine dining in this small
town, but what he didn't seem to know was that I was as accustomed to
eating in small shops across England as I was with so-called haute
cuisine.  Actually I tended to prefer the smaller shops because they are
less ostentatious, and usually the food was better, and in larger
quantities.

I could sense that something was bothering Trey, but for once he was
doing a very good job of hiding his thoughts behind random minutiae of
information.  It wasn't the best of thought screens, and would not stand
up to a direct probe, but it did manage to keep whatever it was that was
bothering him from coming to the surface of his mind.  I was mildly
curious about what ever it was, but decided that it would be best to let
him keep at least a modicum of privacy.  Probing one's date's mind could
be considered rude.

Afterwards we went on to the game.  As I indicated earlier, I'm mildly
interested in American football.  It is nothing like what we at home call
football, but it is a rather exciting game.  I think the part of it I
enjoy the most is the clash of helmets as a play goes into action.
There's a lot to be said for big burly boys in tight pants slamming into
each other with bone crunching force.

Fortunately, the home team won, and there was a great deal of excitement
as we all filed down to the old large gymnasium in front of the stadium.
As we entered and Trey gave our tickets to the the tall severe looking
woman dressed in a long denim skirt and a gingham blouse at the door, I
could see where the gym had been decorated in the blue and white of his
school colours.  I couldn't help but smile when I saw the team mascot
logo painted on the gym floor.  It was both appropriate and ironic that
Trey and his friends attended a school with a wildcat as a mascot.

Over in one corner was a large lattice-work arbor in front of a false
wall covered in royal blue material.  A photographer was in the process
of setting up his equipment to best take advantage of the tableau.   As
we passed the woman at the door, I noticed her looking carefully at my
dress and wrap as if to find something wrong with it.  Trey had warned me
about the school board's attitude about dress codes.  I had gone to a
great deal of effort to make sure that the long ice blue gown was well
within the norms of modesty. Although it was strapless, I had covered it
with a half length jacket that managed to cover my shoulders, but at the
same time leave enough of my throat clear to show off the single
tear-drop sapphire I was wearing.

I just smiled over at her and took Trey's arm possessively, and we worked
our way toward where several other students were milling around as a band
on stage was warming-up.   I didn't need my telepathy to know that we had
the attention of a great many of the other students.  According the James
Daniel, Trey had a rather scandalous reputation over an incident that had
occurred several years ago with a pastor's daughter.  Oddly enough, from
what I've been able to ascertain, Trey has been very careful about whom
he goes out with since then.

Several of the other girls kept giving me disapproving looks.  One of
them in particular, a soft faced heavy-set girl with pale blonde hair
kept giving me the strangest of looks- as if I were about to grow a
second pair of arms or something.  I could literally feel the icy daggers
she was shooting my way with her eyes.  I thinned my mental shields
slightly, and various thoughts came drifting my way.

:Wonder if she knows what kind of evil she's getting involved with,
dating Trey.  Jesus help us avoid that boy's seductive ways:  Her
thoughts almost knocked me down with their vehemence. However, underlying
that was a mixture of envy and lust that she wasn't willing to admit to
even herself.

: Damn!  Who knew Trey rated that kinda' babe!: A definite male thought.

:She must be that the girl Wanda was talking about.  She said that she
had Trey's scent all over her.: That one had to be one of the pack
members.

: She's beautiful!  The rest of us don't have a chance!:   It sounded as
someone was just a wee bit jealous.    But then I realized that she less
interested in  Trey than she was after some sort of award for the dance.

: If that won't keep Trey's attention, then there's no hope for the boy.:
That was definitely James Daniel.  Trey had already informed me that he
was worried about what he called Trey's "wandering ways."

:What a slut!:  Now that thought came out of nowhere.  However, it was
coloured with such a sense of jealousy that it didn't really affect me.

:Way to go Trey!: came from two unknown sources simultaneously. Evidently
Trey did have a few supporters among the regular student body.

:I could fuck her.: A snarling thought came from across the room. There
was so much hatred and anger colouring that thought that I couldn't help
but suddenly look in the direction from which it came.

Standing in the corner surrounded by several other boys and looking
rather bruised and bedraggled was a tall athletic boy with a scowl on his
face, and a drink in his hand.  I simply smiled at him and turned back
and put an arm through Trey's.  It didn't take much to guess that this
was Bobby Ingles from the infamous incident with the pastor's daughter.

We made our way over to where James Daniel and his friends were standing
around.  The girls were looking longingly at the dance floor and then
back at their dates.  It seemed that English boys weren't the only ones
reticent about dancing in public.  Wanda smiled over at me, and said,
"Now that's what I call an entrance, Emory."  She reached out and hugged
me.

"One does aim to please," I told her with a smile as I hugged her back.
"However, I get the distinct feeling that not everyone here is as pleased
to see me as you are."

"They're just jealous.  Between that dress and your hair, there are more
than just a few girls who are wondering if they can live up to the
standard."

"You're not one of them, I take it."

She just smiled back.  "I'm not competing with you.  I know my station in
the pack and you know your standing with Trey.  What have we got to
compete for?"

I laughed back at her and said, "You've got a point.  Unfortunately, not
a lot of other people are as lucky as we are to understand our positions
in life."

"That's the advantage of growing up in a pack.  You always know your
place, and if you don't there's always someone there to remind you of
it," she grinned at me, and then cocked her head toward the stage where
the band was playing.  "But that's enough of that.  It's time we drug the
lunks out onto floor and danced.  I didn't spend this much money to look
this good, to stand around with a bunch of shy boys."  She stepped over,
grabbed a rather startled James Daniel and drug him out on the floor.

At first, the young pack leader was just as reticent to dance as any of
the other boys and showed all the signs of simply standing there with a
shocked expression on his face.  However, Wanda leaned over and whispered
something into his ear.  Suddenly he grinned like the Cheshire Cat and
begun to dance with her.

Not one willing to be outdone, I quickly grabbed Trey's hand and pulled
him out onto the floor too.  Trey however, was not as difficult to
convince.  There's an old expression about having the grace of a cat.  In
Trey's case, that expression was definitely true.  With a grace and ease
born of his heritage, he demonstrated that he was very capable of holding
his own on the dance floor as well as the battle field.

Again, we seemed to be the center of attention in that small gymnasium.
We danced for what must have been an hour before the band took a break.
Of course by that time I was ready for a bit of a rest myself.  I reached
up and gently touched Trey on the cheek and said, "I'm going to the
lady's room.  I'll be back in a bit."

He nodded and said, "Okay.  I'll get us something to drink."

"Good, I'm parched," I told him heading off toward the girl's lavatory.

There has never been a sporting arena designed with enough facilities for
the ladies, and this one was no exception.  There was line to get into
each of the stalls, as well as a line at all five mirrors where girls
were touching up their make-up.

In such cramped quarters, I knew it was a good idea to have my shields up
tight.  There was just too much jostling around to avoid what would have
been an outright psychic assault, much less inadvertent casual
eavesdropping without them.  I maintained a tight control on them as I
made my way through the first line and then the second one.

As I the status of my own face and hair, the soft faced girl from earlier
in the evening got in line behind me.  "You do realize that you're dating
a Satanist, don't you," she said in a soft sibilant voice.

I finished with my hair and turned around to look at her.  The evening's
activities had not been kind to her complexion.  The exertion involved in
the dancing had given her skin an a deep red tone that bespoke more of
anger than anything pleasant.  "Excuse me?" I asked.

"Trey Greenbough," she said.  "You do know that he's a Satanist, don't
you."

I chuckled, "I think you're mistaken.  Trey is a heathen, not a
Satanist.  Satan is a Christian God and has nothing to do with what Trey
believes," I told her.  "Or what I believe either."

"Call them what you want, but those so-called-gods were defeated.
They're demons now.  Trey follows the minions of Satan himself," she said
raising her head up proudly, as if daring me to disagree with her.

"Excuse me," I told her "but the Lady's room is no place to be discussing
religion.  As a matter of fact, I was raised to discuss neither religion
nor politics in public without the expressed consent of all involved."  I
turned to leave.

Behind me, I heard her hiss as she reached for the faucet, "She's going
to hell just like her boyfriend."

I'll admit to a moment of weakness, and it was petty.  To be honest, I
did it before I even realized what I was doing.  A small telekinetic push
to the old pipes under the faucet and the whole mechanism came off in her
hand spraying her and half of the nodding girls behind her with water-
cold water.  I simply left the ladies room with a smile.

I walked up to Trey and took my drink from him just in time to turn
around and see the girls come screaming out of the bathroom.  I smiled as
one ran over to get her jacket to cover the fact that her light pink
dress had become almost transparent when wet.  Next to me Trey raised an
eyebrow, "What happened in there?"

I simply shrugged at him, "We simply had a discussion on what was
considered polite conversation in public."

"What with, water hoses?" James Daniel asked.

"When I left that facility, everything was working just fine," I told him
in my best English school-girl voice.

He just nodded at me and smiled.  "And here I thought that Trey's magic
was sneaky."

I just gave him an innocent look and snuggled in close Trey.  "So when
are they going to choose this king and queen of the dance?"

"After they the homecoming court gets their pictures made," he told me.
"Why?  I didn't think you were interested in that kind of thing."

"A girl is always interested in looking good love," I told him.

It was his turn to chuckle.  "Okay, okay, I give up.  You want to be in
the running, then I'll put our names in the box."

He started to get up and I just pulled him back down. "Don't you dare," I
told him.

"The what was that all about?" he asked.

I just nodded toward where Wanda was snickering with a couple other of
the girls from the pack.  "I just thought that at least someone in the
pack should get some accolades."

He just leaned back and smiled.  "You know, you're full of surprises, Ms.
Northmore."

"You haven't seen anything yet," I told him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Just wait until to tonight," I told him with a small smile.  "Just wait
until tonight."

The little mishap in the ladies room meant that several girls who'd been
building up to the photo sessions were suddenly scrambling for a back-up
dress.  That left a great deal of room for the girls in the pack to
improve their chances to win the photo award.  Actually, the whole
situation worked out fairly well.  By the end of the night, Wanda had
taken first place and Tammy took second.  I'll admit that I was pleased
with myself that night.  I do so love seeing my friends get ahead in
life.

Later as we arrived back at the Greenbough home, Trey put his arm around
me and asked, "Did you plan to do that with the Crystal Marie?"

I shook my head, "No.  Really, it was just a spur of the moment thing.
She managed to irritate me, and I just reacted."

"I thought it might be something like that," he said kissing me on the
forehead.

But honestly, I was having none of it.  As he tried to pull away, I
reached up and grabbed him and pulled him back down and kissed him
seriously.  It was time that Trey Greenbough got a taste of exactly what
I could do, and exactly how far I would go to keep that on which I had
staked a claim.

"What's this all about?" he asked kissing me.

"What is it you want, Trey?" I asked as I kissed him again.

"What do you mean?" he kissed me again.

At the time I don't think I was really aware of what I was doing.  I just
knew that it was time that Trey and I took our physical relationship to
the next level.  I needed him to know that I was capable of matching him
need for need.  "You've barely touched me since we got back."

He kissed me again and said, "Really?  I'll have to do something about
that."  He began to rub my shoulders, but I could sense that tonight his
heart really wasn't in it.  I could almost feel the longing for something
else in him.

 I understood that The Keeper of Cats put a great deal of herself in her
magecats.  Few magecats knew both their parents because they tended to
never settle down.  Much like cats, they were sensual, and were seldom
satisfied with a single partner.  Very well, I'll be honest, with the
exception of Trey's father, I've never heard of a magecat actually
settling down and marrying.  However, I had deduced his mother's secret,
and it was time I that I let Trey in on that secret.

I caught in his mind an image of a rather well-known pop singer from a
few years ago.  Ironically, the blond singer's first name was the same as
the Nordic explorer who was the first European to discover America.  I
concentrated on the image in Trey's mind and then projected my body into
it.  I had long since become accustomed to the sensations of shifting,
although I seldom took a male form, so I wasn't really prepared for
everything my current state of mind brought up- and I do mean up.

Trey gave me a shocked look, and I simply stepped forward and took his
face in my new hands.
"You knew I can do this.  You yourself discovered the power at the same
time as I, in this very room."  I found myself just a little surprised
that the voice was the same as the singers.

"Emory, you don't...," he tried to say, but I cut him off with a kiss.  It
was surprisingly different, and the hardness of the male form, combined
with the same hardness I felt in my nether regions, made me almost
giddy.  The sexual reaction of women is completely different from that of
men.  We take longer to get started, and tend to build to a slow intense
burn.  I suddenly felt a surge of sexual energy like I'd never
experienced before.

Trey pulled back from the kiss and looked me up and down, before saying,
"Although I appreciate the form, it doesn't quiet go with the dress."

I glanced down and realized what he was talking about.  Although the
singer's hair was definitely feminine and there had been several
off-colour jokes about the pitch of his voice, it still didn't quite look
right in a blue dress.  I nodded, and asked, "Would you prefer this?" I
concentrated and released a quickly modified spell I used for summoning
my "hero" costume to change the dress to a pair of tight leather pants
and a white pirate's shirt.   I then stepped forward put my arms around
his neck- one advantage to this form was that it was taller, and I didn't
have to stand on my toes to do this- and kissed him. I felt him groan
into my mouth, and could feel the effect it was having on him between our
bodies.

 Pulling back, I asked, "Or you can work on taking it off me."

With only a smile, he reached down and picked me up and carried me
upstairs.  As we entered his room, me still in his arms, I felt a rather
visceral reaction to the evening, and felt like something important had
just happened.  He lay me down on the bed, and began to kiss me
seriously, his hand working its way across the hard chest I was wearing.

At the time I didn't know if it was an echo of my own sexual reactions,
or if the male sexual reaction was just as intense, but I felt the strain
at the front of my pants was getting to be a little much.  A shiver ran
through my body when he locked his lips over my nipple, and I felt it go
all the way to the hardness in my groin.

With a gentleness that belied a strength capable of lifting a main battle
tank, Trey slowly began to unbutton my shirt and run his hands along my
body sending me into shivers and quivers.  He chuckled to me, "You're not
used to reacting like a male are you?"

I shook my head and arched my body to meet his touch, feeling the
coolness of the late October air over my bare skin.  I shivered again in
anticipation.   When he slowly unlaced the front of the pants I was
wearing, and rolled them down from the sides, I suddenly felt the cold
air hit the raging hardness of the- I think I will try the word cock,
it's a good word, and fits the randy feelings that I was experiencing at
the time- I suddenly felt the cold air hit the raging hardness of my cock
as he pushed the leather pants down past my thighs.

Suddenly, the hard pillar of flesh that stood rampant toward the ceiling
was engulfed in something hot and wet.  It was more than I could take.
In sudden rush of power, I felt myself erupt into Trey's mouth, sending a
geyser of hot cum down his throat.  I could almost feel him chuckling
against the flesh as the wave took me and sent me over the edge of
consciousness.

After what was probably several long moments I came back to my senses
with Trey gently stroking the foreskin of my assumed cock back and
forth.  He was stretched out beside me, now completely naked in all his
glory, tail twitching behind him, and one tiger's ear cocked toward me.
In the soft light coming from the lamp beside the bed I could make out
the outline of dark stripes against his skin.  "Glad to see you could
join me again."  His soft tongue licked at the white pools of semen on my
stomach.  "I guess this is one of the hazards of loving a telepath.  No
fantasies to keep secret."

Over on the desk I could hear the soft strains of a local rock station
playing the oldies.  The words, "... I was made for dancin', all, all, all
night long..." We both looked at each other and laughed.

"Are you upset?" I asked suddenly afraid that I had gone to far in taking
this form, in reading his mind to give him this thing that he wanted, to
try to hold him in this way.
He shook his head and slowly licked my hardness that he was holding.
"No, just surprised that you would think of it."

Again, I felt a wonderful hot wetness engulf my cock and I shivered
again.  "This isn't fair.  I can't reach you."

With his usual grace and flexibility, Trey shifted around so that his own
cock was close to my face.  It was rampant and glistening in the light.
I twisted my own body and it was my turn to take it in my hand and lick
it from base to the tip of his foreskin.  I pushed the flesh back and
exposed the large purple head and licked all around it, before plunging
my own mouth over it.  I heard Trey groan into my pubes and the hot air
tickled in the most delightful way.

For long moments we both rocked back and forth, and it wasn't long before
I felt the building pressure in my balls.  Again I was struck by the
difference in sexual reactions, as it suddenly hit me and I began to
release myself for the second time tonight into his mouth.  I must have
set something off in him as the cock in my own mouth suddenly grew in my
mouth and I could taste the hot musky semen flood against the back of my
throat and across my tongue.

Trey pulled himself away and then crawled up my body to lie beside me.  I
felt him reach out and pull me close, and I snuggled in close to his
arm.   I suddenly felt tired and drowsy, as I put an arm across his
chest, and drifted off to sleep.