The next night I couldn’t sleep, and Andy hadn’t turned up. Somewhere in the middle of the morning I went up, sitting, wrapped up in my old blanket. Well, I told you it was cold didn't I? Rereading my old newspapers, the books I used to love to read was still back in Bergen, and the only thing I had left to entertain myself with were those old rags. As I turned to the glamour section in my yesterdays paper, you know, the one where they write about all those film stars and stuff, I suddenly found myself looking at Andy.

"What's all this about the moon now?” Heath was confused.

“A werewoman, you know, like werewolf except not hairy and violent.” Tina was walking up to Heath, unfastening the remaining buttons on her Oxford as she went. Heath could see her stiff, pointy nipples pressing against the fabric of the strained white t-shirt beneath. “Instead of fangs and claws, I grow these” Tina cupped her breasts in her hands through her shirt. “And instead of howling at the moon, I like to moan at it.” she continued. “But that's not the best part.” Tina said with a wink.

Heath went for the set up. “What is?” he asked. He was already under her spell.

Tina smiled wickedly, she had Heath right where she wanted him. “I can make you one too..."