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It was a real breakthrough for Ginger and soon they were
exploring the depths of Ginger's psyche. The one problem
that Ginger had that the therapist insisted she work on was
her inability to lean on other people. To turn to them for help.
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In a way, her submissive nature was a bit of a conceit. She
never had to ask anything from her partner, put any demands
on him. All she had to do was obey. I many cases just loose
her self in her submission. This all started to change.
Ginger started to learn how to reach out and ask for help
and support. She was often angry with her friends because
they weren't helpful to her, but she realized she never made
her needs known to them. She started leaning on Kit more.
She started leaning on Debbie more.
Kit just realized at that moment, that Debbie's death had
regressed Ginger back into her old habits. Kit had been so
wrapped up in her own grief, her own disbelief, that she didn't
notice that Ginger was acting in her old, closed off way. She
held Ginger and Ginger sobbed for a time.
When she was cried out she told Kit "I do believe Jean, I
really do. It's just I'm so scared, it's so hard for me to reach
out. It's just, just..."
"I know love." Was all Kit said and the two sat together
and watched the sun set. They both sighed, wanting to watch
but knowing how important it was that they be inside when
the sun disappeared.
Kit had questioned Jean about the night "Isn't it just full
moons that we have to worry about?"
"Not necessarily." Jean had answered "It's true that most
werewolves do change on lunar cycles, but that's just because
the full moon tends to stir the lust more. A werewolf will
transform on any night that their lust overtakes them. They
will continue to transform each night until the lust cools."
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Kit locked the doors. She had found a chair the faced the
windows that was backed into the corner. She sat watching
the sky darken from the safety of her room. The pump
shotgun resting on her lap like a lover. ****
As he knew he would, Ray started his transformation just
as the sun set. He cursed to himself, because he was still in
his car. He was driving across town to get away from the
hunters. To hell with patterns, he had to survive the night.
He had picked his route poorly and got sidetracked off the
main road. He has still on the outskirts of town as the sun
was setting. The pain in his stomach told him he didn't have
long before he would loose control of the car altogether. He
threw the car to the side of the road and ran straight away
from it. He didn't know or care if anyone had seen him.
He ran and ran, until his legs deformed and he fell on the
ground writhing in pain. As the transformation completed his
world view was once again that of the beast, not of the man.
He could smell the green grass and healthy trees. He put his
nose into the air and sniffed for prey. He found no clear scent,
but smelled human life in the distance. He followed his nose
across, what his wolf senses assured him to be a large
meadow.
* * * *
The Memorial went very smoothly. Kit when in as her
Domme persona made a public user room called "Sub-Flame's
Memorial Service: Please show respect." In the room rule she
typed "This a memorial service for someone we all loved very
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much. Please show respect don't try and pick someone up.
Any disruption will be met with an immediate 'room ignore."
Normally, someone who was disruptive would be given a
chance or two, but not tonight.
In the meantime, Ginger had logged on and notified
everyone on their ICQ list about the impending service. It was
a quarter till midnight, and the room was filling up fast. Kit
and Ginger both smiled sadly looking at the large number of
friends who had come to say good bye to Debbie.
The chatters greeted each other, but did not converse with
each other, at least not publically. Mostly they waited for
Midnight, when Lord-Whip would make his entrance. In the
meantime Ginger was making a list of all the chatters who
had vampire, dragon or wolf names. As midnight approached
she counted 24, there were a total of 85 chatters on the list.
At precisely midnight, Lord-Whip entered the room.
Lord-Whip enters the room dressed in long white robes
with gold embroidery. Walking to the front of the room he
rings a bell and holds his arms up to hold all in silence.
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