BEFORE WE BEGIN, CHRONOLOGY...
Moon Lake of Earth 1 is currently experiencing Friday October 23, 2015, with the Harper-Jenkins wedding scheduled for Halloween.
Moon Lake of Earth 2 is currently experiencing the Saturday after Thanksgiving, November 28, 2015.
Moon Lake of Earth 3, as far as I can tell, is somewhere in the beginning of 2016.
NOW, ON WITH OUR STORY...
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Back in his Seattle apartment, Mike Evan Lawson started packing for his move to Moon Lake to be closer to his remaining family. He was genuinely surprised at how long it was taking for, being a career military man always on the go until he was forced to retire to avoid anyone discovering he was actually a long lived werewolf, Mike honestly didn't think he had accumulated that much stuff over the vast decades of his life.
It's actually going to take me four or five trips in my pick up at least, he realized, instead of his original two to three trip estimate.
Taking a break, he grabbed a beer out of his fridge, sat down on his recliner, and started calling some of his old service buddies to let them know about the impending move. Besides, there was one in particular he wanted to talk to.
"Hey Harry, you old dog. How's it going?" Mike asked, kicking back and relaxing a bit.
"Okay. Grandkids are keeping me busier than facing the enemy's front line back when—"
"I know the feeling," said Mike, interrupting him, for he didn't want to spend a couple of hours reliving old war stories. After telling Harry about his impending move, as much to be closer to his granddaughter and give his son some local back up the next time trouble reared its ugly head, Mike got to the other reason he was calling. "Say Harry. Remember that going away party we threw for Lou a few years back?"
"Don't I? That one she-wolf still calls me from time to time and—"
"Do you still have any contact info for the... caterer?" asked Mike, not wanting to hear about Harry's sexual conquests, real or imagined.
"Just a second. Let me look," replied Harry, as Mike heard some papers rustling on the other end. "Yeah, I still have their card in my wallet. Listen, fair warning. That night ate far more of the budget than I originally planned for, and you have to be cleared in advanced before they'll book anything. I can give you my confirmation number, but you'll have to pretend to be me though. What are you planning?"
"Something a bit private for a friend of the family if all goes well," was all Mike would say, before writing down the info Harry gave him.
Then they talked for a few more minutes, with Mike promising to invite Harry and the rest of the gang down to Moon Lake to attend the house warming party for his new apartment once he was settled in.
"I'm sure we'll have a howling good time," Harry told him, knowing Moon Lake's secret as a were sanctuary.
After he finished his beer and contemplated what exactly he was going to say, Mike Lawson called the number Harry gave him.
The woman who answered the phone said "Speculative Consultants. If you are an existing customer, may I have your account number please?"
Mike gave the lady the other number Harry loaned him, to which she replied a moment later, "Mister Sanders. We haven't heard from you in quite a while. I hope everything has been all right since the last time you needed our services. How may I help you today?"
Realizing that the lady did think he was Harry, Mike said, "This time, if it's at all possible, I'm hoping to cater a more private affair than last time."
"How private?" the lady asked in return, turning up both the charm and the sexy tone of her voice.
"Just one. Do you happen to have any werepanthresses available?"
Mike heard the keys of a computer keyboard being pressed, before the lady answered, "That can be arranged Mister Sanders. When and where?"
"That I'm afraid is unknown at the moment," admitted Mike. "I'm trying to arrange something for someone."
"Oh?" asked the woman, her voice a little more cautious now. "Maybe if you told me the particulars, I can help."
"Well, my nephew is at that awkward age," began Mike, going over the cover story he prepared in his mind before calling. "He gets all tongue tied around women, and I thought maybe if..."
"I see," replied the lady, a little more friendly now, but not to the degree she was before. "How old is he?"
"14," admitted Mike, knowing Eric Anderson's age.
"Is he..." began the lady, but leaving the rest of the question unasked.
"He's still a virgin," confessed Mike.
"I see, but I was going to ask if your nephew was a..." again, leaving the rest of the question unasked.
"Oh. No. Not yet, but he wants to be, and for some reason has his heart set on panther," answered Mike, deciding it was best to play the charade out to the end even if they couldn't help him, to prevent getting Harry in any trouble with whoever really was on the other end of the phone call. Besides, whoever "they" were might have it on record that Harry was a werewolf like him.
"I see. Well, you are certainly a caring and kind uncle for wanting to go to all this trouble and expense to help out your nephew Mister Sanders, but I'm afraid we can't help you at this time. We're caught in a Catch-22 type situation here. While sex with an active were of any age is perfectly legal with another were, sex with a normal minor is illegal. Now, if your nephew was already a were..."
"I see," said Mike, genuinely disappointed. "I try to help the kid out where I can, but he just hasn't gotten over his... shyness around girls yet."
"I understand," said the lady on the other end. "We were all that age once. Is there anything else I can help you with Mister Sanders?" she asked, hopefully.
"Not unless you have an alternate solution to my nephew's problem."
"I'm afraid not. I do wish him the best, and if you need anything else, don't hesitate to call," the lady said, hanging up before Mike could even say thank you.
Mike sat in his recliner and finished his beer.
Sorry Eric. I tried to help you and Spencer out. Maybe after I've been back in Moon Lake a while and get the lay of the land...
Deciding not to tell his granddaughter and her boyfriend about his failed attempt to help make Eric Anderson the were of her dreams, Mike Lawson got up and resumed his packing.