S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
She sat on the edge of the bed.
“OK, Kitty, give me your laptop,” Cherry huffed as she sauntered to her feet.
Kitty pointed to her computer on the desk next to the window. “There it is, but I'm curious to know why you want it?”
“Watch and learn, bitches,” Cherry giggled as she cracked her knuckles. She took Kitty’s laptop and her fingers went to work. “What's Mitch's last name again, Brownpaw, is it?”
“Cheryl no!” Kitty exclaimed when she realized what she was about to do.