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ways," I told her.
Her eyebrows shot up and she snorted with disgust. "When? Last week?"
"Well, um… yeah."
"Priceless," Sandy said with another eye roll. "Come on, we need to get back. The knob is going to be inducted soon."
She started back to the clearing and I gently took her arm.
"Sandy, he's really not a knob," I told her.
She blew out a long sigh and her shoulders slumped forward.
"Essie, he really is."
"Well, okay—he is, but he's trying very hard not to be," I said, working to plead his case. I knew I should be freaking about the Were Cows, but I could only handle one thing at a time. Helping Junior out was the easiest of the jobs I had at the moment… maybe.
"Essie, it will take a miracle or a castration for that boy to keep his pecker in his pants," Sandy stated in a resigned voice. "Do I think he's hot? Yes. Brilliant? Absolutely. Would I like to ride him till he's blind? You bet. The Werewolf for me? Not in a million years. So while I appreciate you trying to de-knob Junior, your case is falling on deaf ears."
"Okay," I said as I let go of her arm and continued back to the Pack.
"Okay?" she sputtered. "That's all you have to say?"
"Yep—once a knob always a knob," I agreed with a nod of my head. "You are absolutely correct. People cannot change. They can't grow up or realize the error of their weenies—whoops, I meant ways. You should stay far away from him because he wants you something awful. Do you want me to find someone else to do the computer work?"
She just stared at me in shocked silence. It took all I had not to pump my fists over my head and yell Victory .
"Well?" I asked. "Do you?"
"Um… no. I can, you know, do the stuff and um… no, you don't have to replace me," she stuttered, not making eye contact.
"Okay. You ready to go back?"
She nodded curtly and slapped me hard on the back of my head. "You suck, Ester Elizabeth McGee. You know that, don't you?"
"I have heard it before." I grinned and smacked her back. "But you love me anyway."
Sandy made a very unladylike grunt and stomped ahead of me. "I will make you pay," she said angrily, but I could hear the frustrated laugh trying to escape.
"I've heard that before too," I said with a huge grin.
One job down… so many more to go.
***
Dwayne was literally holding hands with Mrs. Wilson when we reached the Pack. She was all aflutter and had pinned her dress together between her legs. She was now sporting an alarming make shift version of gauchos. I was going to have to rethink Dwayne's decapitation. Only a true BFF would make nice with my enemy and keep her occupied so I wouldn't put my foot in my mouth and start World War III.
A hush fell over the crowd as our new Alpha, our old Alpha and their father, our retired Alpha, walked over the hill together and approached the Pack.
Dressed in loose fitting black clothing, their power danced around and bathed the clearing. Splashes of colorful light flitted around them and shot out over the delighted crowd. The hair on my neck stood up and I was again awed at the raw and beautiful enchantment of the Werewolves. Hank and Junior quietly stood with their father on a raised stage. Torches burned brightly, illuminating the heightened area as the sky darkened in dusk. Magic swirled through the air and lightning bugs lit the excited faces of the Pack. I glanced quickly over at Dwayne, whose mouth was open in astonishment.
"We are here tonight to pledge our loyalty and obedience to the new Alpha of the Georgia Pack," Mr. Wilson said with great joy. "I am humbled to have sired two Alphas."
"You didn't have to give birth to them," Mrs. Wilson grumbled good-naturedly.
The Pack laughed as did Mr. Wilson, Hank and Junior.
"You are correct, my beautiful mate," Mr. Wilson agreed. "I am eternally grateful to you. Our blessings are many," he said as he gave her a wink. "And now we
Her eyebrows shot up and she snorted with disgust. "When? Last week?"
"Well, um… yeah."
"Priceless," Sandy said with another eye roll. "Come on, we need to get back. The knob is going to be inducted soon."
She started back to the clearing and I gently took her arm.
"Sandy, he's really not a knob," I told her.
She blew out a long sigh and her shoulders slumped forward.
"Essie, he really is."
"Well, okay—he is, but he's trying very hard not to be," I said, working to plead his case. I knew I should be freaking about the Were Cows, but I could only handle one thing at a time. Helping Junior out was the easiest of the jobs I had at the moment… maybe.
"Essie, it will take a miracle or a castration for that boy to keep his pecker in his pants," Sandy stated in a resigned voice. "Do I think he's hot? Yes. Brilliant? Absolutely. Would I like to ride him till he's blind? You bet. The Werewolf for me? Not in a million years. So while I appreciate you trying to de-knob Junior, your case is falling on deaf ears."
"Okay," I said as I let go of her arm and continued back to the Pack.
"Okay?" she sputtered. "That's all you have to say?"
"Yep—once a knob always a knob," I agreed with a nod of my head. "You are absolutely correct. People cannot change. They can't grow up or realize the error of their weenies—whoops, I meant ways. You should stay far away from him because he wants you something awful. Do you want me to find someone else to do the computer work?"
She just stared at me in shocked silence. It took all I had not to pump my fists over my head and yell Victory .
"Well?" I asked. "Do you?"
"Um… no. I can, you know, do the stuff and um… no, you don't have to replace me," she stuttered, not making eye contact.
"Okay. You ready to go back?"
She nodded curtly and slapped me hard on the back of my head. "You suck, Ester Elizabeth McGee. You know that, don't you?"
"I have heard it before." I grinned and smacked her back. "But you love me anyway."
Sandy made a very unladylike grunt and stomped ahead of me. "I will make you pay," she said angrily, but I could hear the frustrated laugh trying to escape.
"I've heard that before too," I said with a huge grin.
One job down… so many more to go.
***
Dwayne was literally holding hands with Mrs. Wilson when we reached the Pack. She was all aflutter and had pinned her dress together between her legs. She was now sporting an alarming make shift version of gauchos. I was going to have to rethink Dwayne's decapitation. Only a true BFF would make nice with my enemy and keep her occupied so I wouldn't put my foot in my mouth and start World War III.
A hush fell over the crowd as our new Alpha, our old Alpha and their father, our retired Alpha, walked over the hill together and approached the Pack.
Dressed in loose fitting black clothing, their power danced around and bathed the clearing. Splashes of colorful light flitted around them and shot out over the delighted crowd. The hair on my neck stood up and I was again awed at the raw and beautiful enchantment of the Werewolves. Hank and Junior quietly stood with their father on a raised stage. Torches burned brightly, illuminating the heightened area as the sky darkened in dusk. Magic swirled through the air and lightning bugs lit the excited faces of the Pack. I glanced quickly over at Dwayne, whose mouth was open in astonishment.
"We are here tonight to pledge our loyalty and obedience to the new Alpha of the Georgia Pack," Mr. Wilson said with great joy. "I am humbled to have sired two Alphas."
"You didn't have to give birth to them," Mrs. Wilson grumbled good-naturedly.
The Pack laughed as did Mr. Wilson, Hank and Junior.
"You are correct, my beautiful mate," Mr. Wilson agreed. "I am eternally grateful to you. Our blessings are many," he said as he gave her a wink. "And now we
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