Todd pulled out his cell and called the auto club as we sat back and waited. We chatted about school, our lives since becoming werewolves, and so many other things. I had talked to him back at Camp Rocky and Camp Vickers, but never like this. Our mutual experiences really opened us up to one another. He was just a natural, loving person with a generous spirit. It was almost disappointing when the auto club technician finally arrived.
“You think it is a battery problem?” the technician asked.
Todd nodded.
“Let me check it out.” In just a few minutes he had the battery hooked up to a box that tested the charges. “It’s still got juice in it, so I can jump start you.”
“Whoa,” Todd exclaimed, holding up his hand, “this happened earlier today also. I need a new battery. I got this one from you guys and it is less than a year old.”
“Well, if you take the jumpstart, the visit is free,” the technician explained, “but if you want a new battery, it will cost you.”
“But this one is less than a year old! That’s not right!”
“Doesn’t matter, if it still has juice in it, we don’t replace it.”
“Ok, ok,” Todd shook his head, “just jumpstart it then.”
After finally getting the car started, Todd drove me back to my apartment. I called Dave and he met us in the parking lot. The two of them carried me, the pizza, and the beer up to #631. After nestling me on the couch with a washcloth wrapped around ice, Todd turned to leave, but Dave insisted he stay and have a drink and a slice of pizza.
“No pizza for me. I’m all pizza’d out, but a beer would be nice.” He put his cell down on the coffee table and relaxed into the overstuffed chair near the sofa. “I’ve had a bit of time to catch up with Beverly and I would love to hear about what you are doing, Dave.”
I glanced over at Todd, my eyes straying over his beefy physique. The guy was so fucking hot, it was hard not to drool over him. It was crazy … I had been attracted to other guys, which was normal—but never like this. I felt a little guilty thinking these thoughts with Dave in the room. Dave was a knock out hottie also and I loved him, so why did Todd have this powerful effect on me? It was so strong, it was all I could do to stop myself from ripping off my clothes and throwing myself in his lap.
Dave handed everyone a bottle of beer and I sipped the liquid, savoring the bitter flavor. It was nice to sit and chat with Todd. Since moving to the College Park area, Dave and I had not really made any friends. Sure, I had some friends from before my time at Camp Vickers, in my previous years in college, but somehow after what I had been through, our outlooks on life were different. I still liked to have fun but I was no longer as interested in—and didn’t have the money—for constant shopping or partying. Nor did I need to look for Mr. Hottie. I had Dave, and I loved him. And with the government cover up of werewolves and the news reports of protestors, it was hard to know whom I could actually entrust with being my friend.
The three of us chatted about everything; from our time at Camp Vickers, to Dave’s experiences growing up as a wereboy. Unlike us, Dave had been born a werewolf. Being bitten did not turn him, so he had a totally different perspective on werewolf life then we did.
I loved talking to Dave and Todd, and it added an extra element of flavor to the discussion. The men were very compatible, almost like they were brothers. I knew Dave enjoyed male companionship, and with not going to school or having a job right now, it was great for him to have someone else to chat with other than me. Before long, we had all been talking for several hours.
As Todd finished the last swill of beer from his bottle, he glanced at his watch. “I think we could talk all night, but I have to hit the road. I have classes early tomorrow, and I am sure you all have a lot to do.”
“Yeah, I am free in the morning but I have lab in the afternoon,” I sighed.
“Still majoring in Bio, Bev?”
“Yeah, at first I was thinking of a teaching job, but now I am more interested in working directly with the environment.”
“Does that have anything to do with Camp Vickers?” Todd asked.
“Yeah—it has a lot to do with my stay there. I mean, I have always been very eco-conscious, but since I lived at Vickers Retreat, my passion for keeping our planet safe has grown so much greater. I really have a much deeper appreciation of nature.”
“I know what you mean,” Todd pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I am still planning to be a physical education teacher, but I want to get more involved in some of the green groups on campus.”
“I love it here at Maryland. They have a lot of green initiatives.”
“The Terps are tops, and I am thinking once I get a job I will be able to take some classes,” Dave said, sinking his teeth into another mouthful of pizza.
“Well,” I said, “I took the University’s Small Footprint Pledge to make a difference. Basically, you try to take one action a week that will make our planet safer; recycling more, washing clothes in cold water, eating vegetarian more often, walking instead of driving … little things like that. They really do end up making a big difference.”