Jen and Sam worked tirelessly, cleaning up the remains of their parents and the gore around the house. Jen was a bit bewildered at how she felt no true remorse for what they'd done, simply regret at the danger they'd put themselves in. She remarked on this to Sam as they gave their house a final once-over, to make sure it was quite clean.
"Yeah...I don't think the sex trigger was such a good idea, in hindsight. But I don't think either of us expected to get so turned on by the idea of changing," Sam said to her.
"Agreed...but how are we going to live, Sam? Neither one of us has a job, and the bills will need to get paid. We have to be able to eat, and we really can't go live with any of the other relatives, like Uncle Jacob, or Aunt Eliza. You know they'll end up dead too."
"I have another plan, Jen...just go with it, okay?" Sam asked her. Jen nodded, hoping she wouldn't come to regret this plan as she had his previous one. "Transform or dare!"
"Transform," Jen replied, her voice wavering a bit, unsure.
"Become a two-legged she-wolf for one hour every time you have a drink of Coca Cola," Sam said, smiling triumphantly.
"WHAT?" said Jen, outraged. "I thought you might get rid of this fucking curse once and for all, not simply fucking modify it! What the fuck good does that do us?"
"Calm down...what I've done is put the control of your change back into your hands. We couldn't control what would or wouldn't trigger the change before. We couldn't control our hormones. That's why mom and dad are dead. Now you can control it. You can't accidentally get changed into a werewolf, unless you're really not paying attention. Now use it on me. Make the trigger something controllable, though," he admonished her.