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jacket and handed it to her.



His fingers were already shrinking by the time he started on his shirt buttons, the nails thickening into
claws. Jenny hurried to help.



Undressing him was a lot more fun the other twentyodd nights of the month, she thoughtтАФhe'd be
returning the favor, and when the clothes were off he wouldn't drop down on all fours and run off
howling.
He might howl a little, or drop to all fours, but he wouldn't run off. And he wouldn't be furry and wagging
a tail.



By the time his pants were entirely off he was more wolf than man, and a moment later he was all wolf.
He trotted to the overhead door and glanced back at Jenny expectantly.



"Oh, all right," she said. She pushed the button, and the door lifted. She stopped it once it was high
enough for him to slip out.



"Don't be all night, okay?" she called. "I'd like to get to sleep at a reasonable hour."



He didn't answer; instead he ran off, tongue lolling, down the street.



She sighed, pushed the button to close the door, then stooped and scooped up his clothes. It would
serve him right if she didn't wait up, and he turned back on the front porch.



Of course, then the neighbors might see him out there naked, which would be hard to live down--and his
mayoral hopes would be completely dashed. She trudged into the house and up the stairs, the bundle of
clothes in her hand.



An hour later she was in the kitchen, treating herself to a glass of wine, when she heard the growl of a
truck's engine and glanced out the front window.