As the mysterious group stood on the Andersons front porch and waited for someone to answer the doorbell...
Yvette Elizabeth Smith, more commonly known as Yvette the werevixen, paced in her cell.
Her one phone call had been in vain, for William refused to help her.
Or did he? she wondered, as the guard announced she had a visitor.
"Who are you?" she asked from inside her cell, staring at the gray haired man in the black suit standing next to the prison guard.
"We've never had the need to meet before, but I'm Alfred J. Aredale, Attorney at Law," said the new arrival. "I'm your Skulk's lawyer, here to represent you. Can we have a moment?" he asked the guard, who stepped aside to let them talk privately.
Yvette was disappointed that William didn't send the lawyer personally as she sniffed the air and said, "Interesting, a weredog working for werefoxes."
"German Sheppard, specifically," added the attorney. "I've been on retainer with your group for decades."
"Well, as soon as I get a chance to talk to William face to face, I can clear this whole mess up," promised Yvette.
"Even if that's true, the court has already issued a restraining order against that on his behalf. You cannot come within a thousand feet of William Anderson or any member of his family without being immediately arrested again," revealed the lawyer.
"WHAT? WHY?" Yvette demanded to know.
"You raped and changed a normal against his will. Those are some pretty serious charges," explained Aredale. "The only worst crime in Moon Lake is murder. The Mayor's office is watching this case closely and the District Attorney herself is personally handling the prosecution."
"I'm not surprised. William's wife is the Twists personal pussy licker, if you know what I mean," said Yvette. The budding friendship between William's son Eric and the Mayor's daughter Julie was unknown to her.
"Even if that's true, Samantha Twist has too much good will and a long history of positive public service in our community to risk slandering. Now tell me your side of the story," requested the attorney.
"William first approached me after class. Said he thought I was beautiful and wanted to be closer to me. The sex was consensual. William said he liked it rough, and was looking forward to being my werefox," claimed Yvette.
"A 'he said/she said' defense is difficult even under the best of circumstances," advised the attorney. "They have video tape of the parking lot incident and the Dean's statement concerning that event. You might want to rethink that before your arraignment hearing Monday morning."
"MONDAY? I have to stay the whole weekend... in this?" asked Yvette, looking around the small cell.
"Afraid so. Now then, can you arrange bail?" inquired Aredale.
"Depends upon how much it is," admitted Yvette.
"Understandable. Now then, I need to ask you a few questions. When did you first become a werevixen."
"I was born this way."
"Parents?" asked Aredale.
"Mother deceased, father unknown," answered Yvette truthfully, for that could be verified, if the attorney hadn't already done so.
"First time you ever went into heat?"
"Two months after my fourteenth birthday, although I had my first change when I was eleven."
So early? wondered the attorney. I'll have to arrange for her to have a thorough exam and see if there's anything we can use as a medical defense. "Number of kits?"
"None," answered Yvette sadly. But not from a lack of trying.
"Number of people you've turned?"
"William Anderson is my first. All my previous partners were already weres," said Yvette.
The attorney and his client talked a little more, as he explained what would happen at the arraignment hearing. Aredale promised to bring Yvette some fresh clothes before her appearance Monday, but otherwise would have to stay where she was for now.
After the attorney left, Yvette paced back and forth in her cell some more, changing into her werevixen form in the process.
They may have videotape and the Dean's opinions, but I know the truth! That lying bitch he's stuck with had to have put him up to this. But as soon as I'm free, I WILL reclaim MY William, even if I have to make him a widower in the process! swore Yvette, as she pawed herself to an orgasm.