Dave and I raised our brows. “Spiralized?” I asked.
“Yeah, you put veggies, like zucchini, carrots, and cucumbers through a spiralizer machine and it makes them into noodles. They are so tasty and healthy!”
“Mom is always on a health kick,” Dave said. “Speaking of health, where is Gerald—how is he doing?”
Madge’s face fell. “It’s not good. He just can’t seem to kick this virus. But we are taking the best care of him that we can. It’s a good thing camp is over for the year.”
“Can we see him?” Dave asked.
“Yeah, he’d like that. He’s in the second bedroom for now. But don’t get too close! He could be contagious.”
As she led us down the hallway to Gerald’s room, I could see the look of love and concern etched on her face.
“I will leave you with him, but don’t keep him up too long, he gets tired easily. I’ll get the snacks ready while the three of you visit.”
As Madge went back to the kitchen to fix the food, Dave and I walked into the second bedroom. Gerald was in bed, his eyes groggy from sleep and not feeling well. Other than a tired, sickly look, Gerald and Ian looked very much alike. With salt and pepper hair, gray eyes, and their tall statures, it was easy to see that Dave took after his fathers in looks. Gerald tried to talk to us, but we could see he was run down and needing sleep. After a few minutes, we rejoined Madge and Ian.
It was obvious that Madge was delighted to see her son and thrilled that he had bought a girl home with him. Madge poured four glasses of a crisp chardonnay as Dave, Ian, and I sat down. As we tucked into the assortment of spiral cut veggies dressed with olive oil and herb seasoning, another thing was very clear. Just like Dave, Madge was very blunt—not afraid to say what was on her mind. Soon, I was being peppered with questions on not only if I wanted a large family of werepups, but also when Dave and I were planning to have them.
“I really, really want grandpups,” she said. “But only when you are ready. When do you think that will be?
“It will be a while before that happens,” I smiled.
“Yeah,” Dave said. “Bev has to finish school and I need a J-O-B.”
“How is the job search going?” Ian asked.
As Ian and Dave started to talk about the nightmare he was having finding work, I decided to ask Madge about her life in the Catskills. I really wanted to know about her life with Ian and Gerald. At first I was hesitant, but I decided to plunge in. Her openness made me feel comfortable enough to ask questions.
“I can see your love for Ian and Gerald, but … umm … do you think it’s harder than just loving one man?” I wasn’t sure what she would say, but at this point, I couldn’t imagine giving up Dave or Todd.
“Not at all, we keep each other in check. If Ian gets out of line,” she gazed affectionately at Ian, “there are two of us to get him back on track, and the same for Gerald and me.”
“It’s a give and take,” she added thoughtfully, “but it keeps us on our toes and makes it more fun. Now, it wasn’t always like that. When we first started out, it was an adjustment.”
“What was the hardest part?”
“Do you really want to know?”
I nodded.
“Well, it was exciting, up here.” Madge pointed to her head. “But honestly, I was always sore down there!” she pointed between her legs.
I laughed. Madge certainly didn’t beat around the bush.
After eating, Dave and I shifted into our wolves and went for a run. The home was on a few acres of wooded land, so though we had to run in circles, we felt at peace knowing we had the privacy to let our wolves out with no one around. As I ran, I embraced the cool night air and tried to let my tension go. It was nice to take a break from the routine of school and get away from Maryland for a while.
After a good twenty minute run, Dave slowed near the house and barked at me to transition. “No sense shedding hair on the carpet in the house,” he grinned at me. As he stood, naked in the moonlight, I could feel myself getting wet. Running around almost always increased my sexual desire, and I knew how wild Dave could be after a run … his cock was always rock hard and ready. Tonight was no exception. He was fully erect, his ginormous dick sandwiched between his beefy thighs, thrust up in the night air. His skin gleamed with a light coat of sweat that glistened in the moonlight.
He came closer and wrapped his arms around me. “Remember how you asked about the play ‘Little Red Riding Hood’? He stretched his hands to my nipples, pinching them lightly, making them pucker in turgid little peaks.
I nodded, a light shiver running through my body.
“Well, baby, we don’t have to go to acting camp. We’re going to act it out tonight. You’re lil’ red and I’m the big bad wolf. And I’m gonna eat you up!” Before I had a chance to react, he lunged and grabbed me, gently pulling me down to the cool grass.