| Lionel and Veronica had been dating for almost four months and he was starting to think that maybe she was the one. He had liked many girls in his twenty-three years, loved a few, but never like this. Veronica was perfect. Oh, sure, he could have found a thinner girl, or a prettier one, or one with bigger tits, but they would not have begun to compare to Veronica. She was a blend of almost ideal physical features and a sharp, witty and sometimes dark mind. She was exactly what he had been looking for all his life.It was a late, dark winter night, but they were cozy and warm, curled up together in front of a roaring fire while a thick blanket of snow fell soundlessly outside their cabin. It was only a few miles outside of town, but you would think it was deep in the wilderness for all the visitors they got. That suited Lionel just fine. He was sort of a solitary guy anyway, and he loved having Veronica all to himself."Hey, sweety," he asked suddenly. "You ever think about getting married?" He had been thinking about it for a week straight."Sure, I suppose everyone does," she answered. Then surprise dawned on her face. "Oh, you mean to you?" He nodded. "Yes. Are you asking me?" He gave her his trademark lopsided grin."I was thinking about it. I wanted to know what you thought first." She took his face in her hands and kissed him soundly on the mouth."Always so considerate. I think it sounds great. But maybe we should take it slow. Get to know each other better." Lionel felt his smile twitch toward a frown, but he pulled it back into place."I know I love you. Isn't that enough?" She kissed him again."Of course, but don't you want to know my secrets?" He almost laughed."What secrets could you possibly have?""Did you know, when I was in junior high, I stole my step-brother's car and wrecked it into a tree?""Well, no, but it doesn't matter. I love you anyway." Now she laughed."I never meant for you not to. I just want you to know everything about me and I want to know everything about you." He smiled, but it felt so fake. Would she still love him if she knew? He was afraid not. "So, tell me a secret. Tell me something you did as a kid that you never told anyone about.""Well," he started, thinking. "When I was eleven I threw a rock through the window of my English teacher's house.""So? Lots of kids do that.""The rock broke not only the window, but also a priceless Ming vase.""Oh. OK, my turn. Ask me something." He smiled deviously."What is your darkest, most perverse sexual fantasy?" Either she would refuse to answer, ending her little game, or it would lead to a bout of vigorous love-making, accomplishing the same thing. He watched her face flush bright red."You are such a dirty boy," she said. "I've never told anyone that, I never intended to tell anyone that, but if we are to be married, I suppose you should know." She lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "I once read an erotic story about a woman who let her cat lick her, and ever since, I've wondered what it would be like." He was staring at her in wonder and disbelief and she misread his expression. "Don't get me wrong, Lionel, I love the way you touch me, but I've always dreamed of feeling that little sandpaper tongue stroking me to orgasm--" she stopped, for his expression hadn't changed. "Oh, I've appalled you, haven't I?" She started to turn away, but he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms."You are the one," he said, burying his face in her hair. "I always hoped--" He pulled back and looked solemnly at her. "I have to tell you something. My secret. The one I expected to take to my grave." She laughed weakly, her eyes confused."It can't be worse than mine.""Oh, it is. It's the kind of secret that gets people killed, so you have to promise me that you will never tell anyone, ever." He was being a bit dramatic, but this was serious."Lionel, you're scaring me," she said, her voice a mere whisper."Don't be scared, I would never hurt you. You know that, right?" Now he could see some of her old confidence back, for she did know."Of course, and whatever it is, I can accept it and I will never tell anyone. Promise." He gave her an excited peck on the cheek, then jumped up and stepped back."OK, here goes," he said. Suddenly, he was gone and a lanky black and white patched cat stood in his place. The cat looked at her for a moment, then Lionel reappeared in its place. "So, what do you think?" She stared at him, her mouth agape, and he waited until words came to her."You're a--a cat?" she asked."Sort of," he answered, suddenly embarrassed. "Sometimes.""You're one of those Were, aren't you? A Werecat.""Sort of," he said again. "Sometimes. Do you hate me now?" He was afraid she did, but she got to her feet and leaped into his arms."Of course not. I'm just in shock. I've never met a Were before. I have so many questions.""Ask away," he said. "I've never been able to talk about it before. I like this.""Where do your clothes go?" "They become part of me, I think. I can even change the way they look," Suddenly, his baggy jeans and Batman T-shirt changed into an elegant tuxedo. "but the go back if I take them off." He let the tux fade away."How is that possible?" He shrugged and grinned."You got me. Magic, I guess.""How did you get this way? Were you born a Were? Were you Bitten?""Now, that is a long story, and I'm sure we have better things to do right now. I'll tell you later.""What do we have to do now?" she asked."How about fulfilling a little fantasy?" It took her a se |
