That first plunge of your teeth in that throat,

That first plunge of your teeth in that throat, blood throbbing erratically warm against your tongue throat fur consciene. Your beast lives again as intended as foretold.

"Um...so, I need to tell you that consuming raw or undercooked meats may increase your risk for food-borne illnesses," the waiter stammered. "You want your steak, um, totally raw?"

The patron said: "Maybe THIS will make it perfectly clear" & undressed completely. "Now, bring me my steak." "You can't do that!" protested the waiter, indicating a sign that read:

"All discarded items of clothing will be confiscated by the management." he then scooped up the man's clothes and marched off, leaving him with only

his reproductive system in his hand. The man clapped his buttocks in thought as to find out what to do. Then it dawned on him. He quickly began to move his hand.

But he should just have started instead. He had always had a problem with that, beginning to start and the actual start. The idea of Transitioning is not even an issue for him.

He knew he would enjoy the process once he got started. His trembling fingers hovered over the big, shiny, red button. "Will he have what it takes to push it? Find out next week on

After Binge watching every animated episode of MIB. He knew in himself he was being recruited. I wandered delusionaly down to 504 Battery Drive, New York City. "I'm here to join up

," I said to a large, grimy fellow. "Really? Hmph, you don't seem the type," he replied. And that's how I joined the longshoremen's union. I wore black so I could say I was right.