As Claire let Ryan into her (temporary?) apartment, he couldn't help noticing Barbara standing there in her full werewolf fursona, and an interesting scent coming from BOTH women.
Arousal!
If not for his relief session with Barbara earlier, Ryan knew that he'd be adding to the heady aroma in the room, something he might still do, given the two lovely ladies before him.
"What's up?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.
"Barbara and I just met and were talking. She and an old badger downstairs explained a few things to me," said Claire. "You're forgiven," she added, before kissing Ryan on the cheek.
"Err... thank you," he said, before mentioning that he got her note.
"I understand you needed some... relief, but I was originally looking for you to help me retrieve the rest of my camping gear. Barbara helped with that, but I didn't see my truck anywhere," explained Claire.
"Oh. That's in the police impound lot," revealed Ryan. "Don't worry, you're not racking up any charges, but it will stay there until you reach a decision."
"What decision is that?" asked furry Barbara. She was still in her lupine form and staring at the two of them staring at each other, and wondering if she was the only one who saw the obvious.
"Instead of automatically invoking the penalty for violating Statute 2B, being a normal with proof of were existence, I talked Mayor Stovall into giving Claire the chance to get to know Moon Lake better first before she decides to either become a were ally or a were herself," explained Ryan.
"Oh," said Barbara, now knowing the full story of why Claire was still in town. "Not to influence you one way or another Claire, but have you reached a decision yet?"
"Huh?" said Claire, tearing herself away from staring at the handsome hunk Ryan to look at the shapely she-wolf standing in her living room.
"I asked if you've already made a decision yet about becoming either an ally or a were? If you still have any questions, perhaps I can answer them from the female perspective," offered Barbara.
"Perhaps," was all Claire said, now staring at both of her guests.
MEANWHILE...
Since the unfortunate death of William Anderson, the Moon Lake School District had been giving his widow Martha every possible substitute teaching assignment it could to help her help her family. She still needed to take (and pass) the recertification test in June* to become a full time elementary school teacher again, but every little bit helped.
Despite being an experienced Professor, William had lost all his insurance and other benefits when he was fired from the Minnesota University for having sex with a co-ed, and unfortunately had not been with Moon Lake College long enough to earn more than the staff's condolences at his death at the paws of the rogue werevixen Yvette Smith.**
But Martha loved teaching, even if it was basically "Russian Roulette" right now not knowing where she'd be or doing from one day to the next.
Today found her, of all places, at Moon Lake Junior High trying to explain Calisthenics to the Girls' Physical Education classes.
"Depending upon your program or routine, they help you warm up or cool down after your workout, or could be a workout unto themselves," was her standard line to each group, after a hasty Internet search that morning explained it to her.
Since the weather forecast for later that day didn't look good, besides the fact that no were could be seen active in public unless it was either at an officially sanctioned event or a dire emergency, Martha had been leading each class through jumping jacks, jogging in place, various stretching exercises, and other stuff before leading them in a few laps around the gym before starting a cool down routine. Then she sent them to the showers to get clean for their next class while she rested in the Coaches' Office.
Martha knew she was not out of shape. In fact, she was physically the healthiest she had ever been since becoming a werecat, but she was not IN shape either, so was completely enjoying the workouts, even if they did leave her in a hot sweat and a bit dehydrated afterward.
Enjoying a cold drink of water, Martha looked up from her chair as Coach Johnson, the head of the Girls' PE classes, came into the office.
"Good work out there today Anderson," she said, complimenting the sub. "I've heard PE isn't your regular gig, but if you ever want to switch from academics..."
"Thanks," replied Martha, staring at the black haired woman who was secretly a weretigress, "but I still need to pass the recertification test to do any permanent teaching position again."
"If you show the determination on that that you've shown me here today, I'm sure you'll do great," said Coach Johnson, sitting down next to her. "Now then, I was wondering about something else."
"What?" asked Martha politely, but not wanting to answer any more questions about her family or the werevixen that changed their lives.
"I was wondering... would you like to go out with me sometime?" asked Coach Johnson, as she stared at Martha and issued a slight growl of pleasure.
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*As far as I personally know, the Moon Lake of Earth-3 story is currently somewhere in the opening weeks of 2016.
**The critical point where the Moon Lake of Earth-3 story deviates from the Moon Lake of Earth-1 history.—tmw.