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Excerpt #52

Today had promised to be just a regular Tuesday. That damned alarm missed its buzz again, so I got to wake up thanks to sunlight peering through my curtains, heating up the bed. I can't sleep when it's hot, and goddamn, maybe I suck at being a cat, but I just hate being under a sunbeam.

So whatever, I shuffled under the covers for a little bit before I finally rolled out of bed. The clock showed 8:42, so I was good shape for work. Like normal, I took the time to take stock of my tiny bedroom apartment; my full-sized bed, unkempt as always, the piles of clothes strewn across the cement floor vaguely separated into clean and dirty (or was it dirty and clean?), the old wooden nightstand that served basically to prop up my TV since I was too lazy to put the clothes in the drawers, and of course, my desk, covered all sorts of food and junk.

Okay, I admit it, I'm a bit of a slob in my private life, but who cares? It's not like anyone ever comes over to hang out.

Like I've lamented before, there's only one window in my room since I wasn't lucky enough to get one of the corner ones. It's just big enough to fit through encase I need to get to the fire-escape. The only other way out is one of the doors on the other side of the room. The door next to it, on the adjacent wall, led into the tiny bathroom. It was so small, I didn't even get a tub, just a little place I could shower, though the water pressure was super weak.

Bleh, I looked like shit. Well, okay, maybe I'm being a bit harsh on myself. Some of the girls say I look pretty cute, but that's when I've been awake for a while. I'm totally not a morning person, so when I look at my mug in the mirror, all I see are droopy whiskers, sagging ears and a foggy spot on the mirror where my halitosis smacked against it. Plus, I wasn't wearing my glasses, so there's always that, though I guess if I'm nearsighted, I can't really count that as an excuse.

It takes me a bit to go through my routine, not cause it was extensive, but I'm just fucking lazy in the morning. Ugh, why couldn't today just be my day off? I seriously didn't want to go into to work and deal with morons all day. I mean, seriously, with as technologically advanced as libraries are, you'd think some of these nimrods would figure out how to use a computer to see if we have a book in stock. But whatever, at least it keeps the rent paid.

But God, some of the people there. There's the fat pig who always talks on her phone every time she comes in with her equally annoying piglets and just drops 'em off to make a mess while she does whatever the fuck she does. Then there's that nerdy ferret kid who's always checking out like 3 million books at a time. You'd think he'd know about the internet. Half this shit you can find online at home.

Then there's that wolf guy. I don't know what it is about him, but man... I mean, he isn't weird or anything, but I can't stop taking peaks at him. It's really weird. I mean, we haven't even talked to each other; hell, I don't think he's ever looked at me before. He always wears these natural colors that really fit him well, like his Levi's jacket or that brown leather belt with the bronze buckle. And he had these super blue eyes, and...

Wait, what, why am I going on about him for? Anyways, I finally finish getting cleaned up, and by this time, I'm pretty awake, so I look at myself in the mirror again. Much better. I'm not one of those fat cats; I'm part Siamese, so even if I'm a bit on the short side, I still look pretty fit and trim. I don't have a ton of muscle on me, but I'm not totally helpless in a fight. I could probably bust someone's nose pretty good.

Left the bathroom to get dressed, and so I started scrounging around the piles for some pants that didn't smell too funky. Some furs do the whole underwear thing, but I think it's kinda stupid. I mean, we have fur for God's sake. My loose fit jeans didn't smell too bad, though the knees were just starting to fray, and one of the legs had this superior mysterious stain on it on the inside thigh. Finding a shirt that was both unwrinkled and not musky was really hard. Maybe I shouldn't have knocked the piles into each other. Remind me when I read this to do the laundry.

Anyways, I finally settled on a wife-beater and my blue and white stripped hoodie, which was totally wrinkle proof. I glanced at the clock again. 9:13. Still had a little bit of time if I hurried. I only hesitated a little bit, if only to grab those dorky acrylic glasses you see some wannabe hipsters wear. They sucked, but they were the cheapest frames I could get. I mean, I could see well enough close by, but after maybe five or six feet, my vision just bombed. At twenty feet, I could maybe shapes, but past fourty, I just saw a mess. Still, those glasses made me look like a dweeb.

Remember when I told you the elevator broke? Yeah, still broken. Six flights of stairs to risk slipping and breaking your neck on. The edges of the stairs were so slick that once an old iguana fell and snapped her hipbone on the third floor. Of course, I actually had traction thanks to retractable nails, but even then, I always had a paw on the bare metal railing.

I really fucking hated this apartment, but it was the cheapest one I could find. You might've guessed from all the other ranting I did, but this place was totally barebones. Everything was small and cramped, it was right next to some train tracks so the nights were noisy, and best of all, it was right in the middle of the city. A city in the north that just happened to be on the coast, so of course, the moment I went out the front door on to 13th, I got blasted by the winds trailing that nor'easter that passed the other day. The wind was downright icy, and I tucked my paws into my hoodie's pockets and prowled out towards work. Sure, you might've thought that because I hated the heat, I'd like the cold, but no, I hated cold just as much.

The bus pulled away seconds after I turned the corner. Did I curse? You bet your ass I did. But to be honest, it was like that every day. You'd think I'd be smart enough to remember what time the bus arrived, but I was either too early or too late, and those times I was too early, I could walk to work by the time it got me where I needed to go. Does make this bus pass kinda useless, though.

It's not like I minding walking, either. It was about the only exercise I got to do, but I wish it weren't so damn cold. The library wasn't terribly far from the apartment, just a few blocks and turns. All-in-all, the walk was like thirty minutes. Taking 7th was the straightest path, but if you were daring, you could cut behind the new Chase building that they were building. It'd save you a good eight to ten, long as you didn't get caught by construction. There was a long section hidden by this huge concrete wall, and when you passed by it, no one could see you.

That's when it happened.

I felt something splattering against me. At first I thought it was rain, but even with the wind blowing like it was, the skies were relatively clear. When I looked up at the sky, something plopped right on the bridge of my snout.

Had it been bird shit, I would've been pissed, but the feel, the smell, the taste! Yeah, I'm not fucking with you, it actually got in my mouth! Needless to say, I started freaking out, cursing and flailing, trying to get whatever the hell it was off of me. I'd tell you what I thought it was, but you wouldn't believe me. It was just so slimy and sticky as the same time that by the time I got the hell out of them, I'm sure that look of disgust permanently etched some lines into my muzzle.

That's when the dizziness hit me. I'm not certain when I hit the ground cause I honestly didn't feel it, but the next thing I know, I got fucking police, firefighters, EMTs and all sorts of fucking people all crowded around me. They ask me how I'm doing, I tell 'em I'm fine and ask for the time. Fucking 10:10, I'm late. I pick myself off; they try to keep me there, and I fucking kid you not, I growled at them! Thinking back on it, it was kinda cool. I'd never growled before, but whatever, it's cool. They back off and I fucking sprint all the way to work.

I burst through the door, panting and shit, and the woman who works next to frowns and asks me if I'm okay. I wave her off so I can go clock in so I'm not in deeper shit, then I get to my station, on the second floor, which looks over the fantasy and fiction section, the romance, the encyclopedias and the xerox machines. There's only like three people milling about, so it looks to be about a normal day, well, normal as far as work is concerned.

So I'm just chilling, trying to relax and get my mind off of that gunk that landed on my snout when Lydia, the chick (literally, she's a hen) who manages the library walks up to me and calls me by my full name, Maxwell Leordio Osborn, so I knew I'm in deep shit. Now I know that people shrink when they get older, but I'd never stood eye-to-eye with Lydia before. She'd always towered over me when I was a little kid, but she didn't look so imposing now. My heart was pounded in my chest. Sure, I didn't really care about working in the library, but Lydia was basically my mom. Don't let her know I thought that.

She didn't fire me, thankfully. I guess one of the EMT guys followed me in and told her about me passing out. I assure her that I'm doing okay, we go back and forth a little bit, before she narrows her eyes at me. I'll never forget what she told me. "Make sure you wash your face. You have a smudge on the bridge of your snout."

You know how you never see your nose because you get so used to looking at it all the time? Well, when I crossed my eyes and really concentrated, I saw something that really, really freaked me out. That wasn't a smudge that hen saw, but what looked to be coarse grayish-black fur. What the fuck? That wasn't there this morning! Trust me, I remember looking over myself really hard. The moment Lydia was out of sight, I rushed off to the bathroom, and yup, right in the middle of my face was this patch of greasy fur. I'm pretty sure anyone could hear I was in a bad mood from the amount of banging on the sink and cursing I did, but goddamnit.

I left the bathroom determined to piss in someone's cheerios, but yeah, that didn't last long. All the anger and frustration I had just totally vanished when I saw that guy, the wolf, standing there by the H's, blue eyes focused deeply on the text. He flipped a page like every fifteen seconds, and unless it was written in something huge like Arial Black, then the guy was some super genius or something. It took me a moment to realize I was just standing there staring at him, so I forced myself to do something. There was a stack of books that needed to be returned to the shelf, so I decided to do that.

Just my luck, though, I had one of those Harry Potter hardcover books to put up. Ended up having to go right next to him, and I don't know what to tell you, something just came over me. My paws started trembling, and when I tried to put the book on the shelf, I ended up knocking another book down right next to where his paws were.

"Get caught in the rain?" he asked me, and I swear to God, I didn't make the most retarded sound ever, like a dog trying to talk while chewing on caramel. I looked up at him in confusion, but all the wolf did was turn and walk towards the counter, where he stood at waited. And waited.

That's about when I realized he was where I was supposed to be. I'm not going to say I blushed; I'm not some Japanese schoolgirl or whatever, but my face was really hot and I couldn't even look at the dude. He got whatever thick book he was reading, and I'll be honest, I was so embarrassed, I didn't even catch the name of it. I just wanted to be as far away from him so I could crawl into a corner and die. He said something to me, but I was too busy hiding behind my paws, so he just knocked on the desk with his knuckle, brushed his paw at me, and walked away.

I might've been able to recover had I not noticed the little envelope sitting there after he'd left. For some reason, I turned it over before tossing in the trash to see "Maxxie" sprawled in gigantic fucking letters! I'd only ever let one person call me by that name, and my cheeks heated up once again. For fuck's sake, it was just my best friend at the time! It's not like I had a thing for Mikey or anything! Besides, that jackass of a wolf went and moved to the other side of the country, no cell, no email, no nothing! So who the fuck did this guy think he was to call me that?

So close. I was so close to chucking it, but something kept me from doing so. Maybe it was curiousity. Maybe that heat that wouldn't leave my face and instead seemed to spread throughout my body. Whatever it was, I tore open the envelope, took out the letter, and tossed the torn paper in the wastebin next to me. I glanced at the letter, frowned, flipped it over, then back, brought the envelope back out and looked it, but I just didn't get it. In the very center of the plain 11x8 sheet was typed:

-Smell This-

I sniffed the air. Nothing smelled out of the ordinary. I really didn't want to be 'that guy', either, sniffing random bits of paper. I stuffed the envelope back in the trash, but kept the letter folded up and in my pocket. I'd check on it later, I told myself, but I just kept growing hotter and hotter, to the point where I just started squirming in my chair. I took off my glasses and rubbed my nose, trying to concentrate, but after a moment, it just got to the point where I had to get some air. I just about sprinted from my station, scampered down the stairs to the first floor, and flew out the door. I was just stepping out, so I left my glasses behind.

But you know how luck would have it. The powerful winds of the remnant nor'easter whipped through my pockets, pulling the letter out and sending it flying out back towards the bay, the direction I'd come from. I shouted a loud curse and took off after it. I don't know what my mind was doing, but I didn't stop to think about anything. Hell, when the light was red and pedestrians were supposed to wait for traffic, I didn't even look either way. I might've heard vehicles honking at me, but to be honest, I don't even remember. All I remember thinking is how I had to get that letter back.

The winds calmed for a moment back by the Chase building, and that's when I snagged the letter out of the air, and I don't know, maybe it was instinct or something, but the first thing I did was press the paper to my nose and take a whiff. Maybe it was the outside air or something, but there was something about that smell. It was interesting. It was familiar. It was...

Well, honestly, it was fucking hot!

And I don't mean just heat, though by now I was burning up. I pulled off my hoodie, letting the wind breeze against my coarse black fur. I....

Yeah, that's right, coarse black fur.

My paws and arms were covered in the stuff, and as I watched, the fur actually moved! The cream parts of my fur were the first to got as black guard hairs just sprouted. My arms looked like the were covered in dirt, and my hands... I swear, they were a size and a half larger, with these really wicked looking claws jutting from my fingertips. The sound of tearing reached my ears, and glanced down to see more dark fur poking through my jeans where the denim was weak. And goddamn, my hindpaws were like three times bigger. I staggered when my balanced shifted; even my tail had totally changed, no longer flexible and lithe, but was now this rigid, rough duster thing. What the hell?

At some point, I might've started panicking, but fuck, if the tent in my pants was any indication, I was horny as hell. I started scratching against the concrete, and I swear to God, had that wolf not sneaked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder, I probably would've stripped naked and just cum right there.

But still, the guy totally surprised me, and so I spun with my elbow aimed towards his face. Boy, was that a big mistake! He didn't just catch my swing, but somehow he swept my paws out from underneath me and sent me tumbling, and that wasn't even the embarrassing part! He didn't let just let me fall, either; he twisted my arm behind my back, and pressed my chest against the concrete. When I struggled, he just put his knee into my lower spine, right above my tail. "Calm down, Maxxie," he said to me.

Why the fuck would I calm down? There wasn't anything to be calm about! "You haven't finished transforming yet, Maxxie. You're a danger to the public until then. I need to get you home." I don't know what pissed me off more. The fact that throughout him saying all this, he had his knee in my back, or the fact that he kept calling me Maxxie. I growled at him. I was the bigger between the two of us! I deserved to be on top!

"You haven't earned the right to be an alpha yet," the wolf whispered in my ear. He reached back, slide his paw towards the seat of my pants and grabbed a fistful of my rump. "Feel that? Right now, you belong to me," he hissed.

I felt something, alright, and fuck, did it feel weird. I know I heard myself whine, and all that fire went out of me in an instance, but goddamn, if I didn't grow hornier. Just who the hell was this guy, anyways? "Allan," he told me before crawling off of me and helping me to my paws. Whatever was happening to me, the dude was right. Allan was not a small guy. When he was in the library, he stood maybe a head taller than me. Now I could look down at him! You know that feeling of exhilaration you get when you step on a stepladder? Imagine that feeling 100% of the time. That's what I was feeling right now.

Allan tossed me bundle hidden under one of the steel I-beams. "Put on the coat," he commanded, and I obeyed, leaving the other articles of clothing in the package. The duster was huge, but even it only pulled down to my shins, and I didn't like how it pushed down my tail. I felt Allan's eyes look over me. "Yeah, you're gonna be a big boy, aren'tcha, Maxxie," he said softly, and though I wanted to growl at him, the sound that came out was closer to a whine.

So Allan started walking, and for some inexplicable reason, I felt compelled to follow him. So many questions spun through my mind; mainly, what the fuck was he doing here, and why the fuck was this happening to me?! Yet, I didn't ask because for some reason, probably because being in the crowd terrified me. Sure, I knew no one was looking at me; at least, no one in front of me, but it still felt really weird. Maybe Allan was counting on that, because when I noticed that things were starting to get really familiar, we'd already turned on to 13th and were just feet away from my apartment. Maybe it's because I left my glasses at the library. Shit, with how I took off like that, they'd be really freakin' worried. But I couldn't very well go back like this.

When we stepped inside, my mind was whirling. Did the two of us really live in the same building? Had I seen him other times other than the library? I just couldn't figure it out, but when he stopped at the sixth floor, the answer smacked me in the face. We were heading to my room.

"That's right," he said, moving ahead of me. How the fuck did the guy know where I lived? Was he a stalker? My heart started to race, but just like that, he turned and looked at me. "No, stop that. If you get excited, you'll lose control of your transformation and you won't be able to go back." What? "Now, being in a familiar environment helps to taper that, so if you would go ahead and unlock the door."

I'm not lying when I say that trepidation might be too weak of a word for what I was feeling, but still, I did what he told me to and let us both in. Fuck, my room stank. Did I really live like this? Allan didn't like my pause and pushed the square of my back until the both of us were inside the door. "Mmm, quaint place," he said with some bemusement. "Probably would've rather stuck with the plan."

Plan? What plan? "Doesn't matter now, does it?" he asked, but there was no way I was gonna just let that go. I didn't even know what the fuck was going on, and he's gonna force his way into my house, and then say that he had some sort of plan? What the fuck?

I couldn't tell you when I hit the ground, but my increased size meant nothing to this guy. He judo-flipped me or something, and when I finally got my senses back, I was staring up at the ceiling, and he was ripping my clothes off! God, I whined. I'm can't even lie about it, I whined like a little bitch. The guy had his hand right on my balls. His touch sent a ton of little tingles running throughout my body, and I just couldn't stand it.

What freaked me out more than anything wasn't what Allan was doing, but what my body was doing on its own. That lupine dick that stood up straight and tall, that wasn't mine. Mine wasn't nearly so large, nor did it have such a defined knot. I'd never never seen another guy's dick before, well, in person, well, besides Mikey's, but his didn't count! It's not like I was ever interested in that sorta stuff, anyways! I begged him to stop, but Allan just perked an eyebrow at me. "You're too excited. This the only way to keep you from going feral."

Feral? What the hell was that supposed to mean, I wanted to ask, but the wolf thumbed across the head of my new lupine shaft, right at that concave slope that's super sensitive. I arched my back, thrusting my hips into the air, and I swear, my right leg started kicking uncontrollably. My breath was stolen away from me, leaving me just gasping for air.

"Up," Allan commanded, and tentatively I obeyed, standing back up. With just three fingers he pushed against my chest until my back pressed against the cement wall. "Since you can't relax, we'll just have to use an alternate method."

Allan's paw never left my cock throughout any of this, and I don't know about you, but it's really fucking hard to concentrate when you're just minutes away from jizzing over everything. It was just like when Mikey was over, the week before he decided to ditch me and leave. We swore we'd never tell anyone about this. After all, we were just playing around, so it didn't really mean anything.

I guess Allan knew my mind was drifting. He squeezed between his thumb and two fingers, doubling the pressure, and holy fuck, I almost popped right then again there. My claws raked against the wall, leaving me crying and begging for release. Maybe that was the wrong thing to do, though, cause right then and there, he let go, and as close I'd been, the feeling drifted off, leaving me panting. Why the fuck would do that?

"Well, because I'm gonna need you to submit to the transformation," he said, and when I looked at him in confusion, his grin became toothy. "Always thought this was the more fun way." That's when he unzipped his pants.

Fuck that! I balled a fist and swung at him. The bastard was trying to seduce and fuck me! One, I'm totally not in to guys, and two, who the fuck did he think he was? I caught him offguard, but I only got his shoulder, and even though the dude was shorter than me, it felt like I hit a rock. I followed with another hook, but he was ready for me. He caught my arm between his, twisted and flipped me around, slamming my chest against the wall which knocked the breath out of me. My arm was twisted painfully behind me, and he kicked out one of my legs, making me sag. "What'd I say before? You're no alpha. I promised I was gonna be gentle with you, but fuck that."

I couldn't see his face or anything happening behind me, but my ears could pick up the slight struggle and eventual victory of him removing the belt from his pants. My nose could pick up an incredibly powerful masculine scent, identical to what had plopped on my nose from earlier in the day. Wait... was this all his fault?! "Yup... to be honest, it was an accident. Let myself go, but within the next few months, you would've been in this spot anyways. Well, I take that back. You would've been much better off, willingly giving yourself to me in my... not putrid smelling home. But no, now you're gonna get bred like the bitch you are!"

Something thick, wet and huge pressed against me, tussling with my tail until the latter was hiked up and out of the way. Oh fuck, no, please.... I begged him. I promised him anything, everything, stuff I didn't even have. I would've promised him my first born if I'd thought I'd end up getting married. I could hear him croon and groan as he smeared the tip of his cock against my ass, leaving something wet and what I guess was pre to stain my fur. Fuck, the bastard was marking me! He lifted up on my arm, quickly putting a stop to whatever struggling I attempted. Goddamnit!

"Oh, fuck... I do love a virgin," Allan crooned again as he started to push forward, and the pointed tip of his cock slipped between my buns, through my ring, and goddamnit.... What was I gonna say? Laugh at him and say he was wrong? What would that prove? I'd already been made a bitch before, but that was so long ago, would it still even count? When Mikey told me he was going away the next day.... that was different. That wasn't this! Mikey was soft, gentle. Allan, fuck! He pushed in, spreading me open, no lube or anything other than his pre. I couldn't even think! All I wanted to do was fucking curse more and more!

"You like that, don'tcha?" Allan asked, letting go of my arm and holding my hips. I would have swung at him again, but all he had to do was just push forward a little bit and both my paws slammed against the wall. Fuck, ow... "And guess what? That's not even a third of it."

If you want me to give you a time, how long he drove that spear into me, you can go fuck yourself. I didn't know. I didn't care. I just wanted it to be over. Seconds felt like hours, and hours felt like an eternity. I just know that by the time his hips met mine, the light from the window was starting to go down. "Oh, yeah, you feel that?" Allan cooed, grinding and gyrating his hips against mine.

I did it... I admit it, when he did that, I moaned. I don't know what he touched, my prostate maybe? I don't know, but fuck, after all that pain, it felt... not bad. I tried to stop myself, but Jesus Christ, when he heard that, I swear to God, he got thicker and harder. "That's a good bitch," he whispered, sinking his claws into my hips and his teeth into my neck. I moaned louder, and damnit, I couldn't stop myself from squeezing down around him. My cock dribbled incessantly, needfully, but I couldn't even move my paws from the wall or I'd scream in pain.

Allan pulled my hips into his as he started up a rhythm, and I fell back into it. This was humiliating, what more, there was that tiny part of me that kinda liked it. I hated that the most. I hated that, if I didn't watch myself, I would moan and press back against him. I hated that the pain of his dry entry, after all this time, had finally started to fade, but the pleasure of having a fat, juicy dick in me kept me hard and needy. I hated how, when he'd buck into me, my breath would falter.

But most of all, I hated that I wasn't crying out for help.

There was a chick who lived with her grandmother a few doors down. She could probably hear it and call the police. Or anyone above or below us. I don't know, it would've been easy, but instead, here I was, pressed against the wall, getting the shit fucked outta me.

Scratch that, we weren't against the wall anymore. The jackass kicked out my other leg, and we fell. I managed to catch myself, but now I was on my chest and knees while he just got right behind me and plunged right in. My nose was buried in a bunch of old clothes, but all I could do was bite down and moan. Allan got faster and faster, the swollen knot at the base of his cock pressing and slipping back and forth through my ring, and his paw raised to dig into the scruff of my neck, pulling back while the other dragged along my back.

I broke. I'm not proud to admit it, but that just shattered every bit of willpower I had left. It felt just so fucking GOOD! He plowed against me, dug in really deep, and I just came right then and there. Fuck, I don't think I'd ever done it so hard. I didn't even have time to howl or anything! My cock twitched and fired, coating everything in shot after shot of the thickest, whitest cum I'd ever produced, and when I orgasmed, I clenched down HARD around Allan's cock, which just milked me even more.

"Goddamn, bitch, you really want it, don'tcha?" Allan said before he buried that knot deep in me, and my orgasm kicked into overdrive. I couldn't even cum anymore, and just laid there, groaning and moaning into the clothes as I felt a wave of warmth fill my bowels. When Mikey came in me, it felt just like this, and I said... no, it didn't matter. Mikey was gone, and I was all alone now. I could hear a faint breath above me whispering. "Hey, wanna go for round two?"

I guess I passed out at some point. I know Allan fucked me again, at least twice more. I remember looking at the clock and seeing 8:40. The sun had gone down, so it was dark. I don't remember getting in bed, but I do remember dreaming of Mikey again. His energy, his way with words, the way he always tricked me into eating shit I didn't want to eat. How when he'd get in trouble, I would, too, just to spend time with him.

When the sun peered on my, I groaned, groggy, but then my mind kicked on, and I immediately looked at my paws. They were normal, cream and brown. I felt my muzzle, staring cross-eyed. No inky black fur. Had all that been a dream? Fuck... maybe a nightmare. I snorted at myself for being stupid. What a weird start to a Tuesday.

My stomach cramped just as I got out of bed, and that's when I felt it...cum... a torrent of old cum leaking from my ass. I reached back there, mortified yet enthralled. I was gaping, just a little, enough that even when I squeezed, I couldn't stop the flow. I looked at the bed; the sheets were soaked with cum. It hadn't been a dream at all...

My legs got really weak, and I almost fell over. The only thing that kept me up was an envelope on my bed, just like the one I'd gotten yesterday. I sank back down on the mattress, my heart racing, tearing it open.

You know what I fucking did after that? I cried.

---

Hey, Max,

Hope there's no hard feelings. Couldn't have you turning feral and raping innocent people, right? Plus, you were a pretty good fuck. Can't wait to see you again.

Stop by 314 E MacArthur, third floor, second door on the left. They'll let you in. I'll explain everything there.

Regards,

Allan

P.S. Mikey says he loves you, too.