text: You've just reconciled with your son you're not leaving now, but you're still on heightened state of agitation.
  
  "This is my father Wolf, and his...girlfriend Mary." Lawrence says unsure of if that's actually the case. You and Mary look at each other, shrug and nod silently in agreement that it is.
  "Wow, Lawrence, your family doesn't keep to your own kind. Your Dad's fucking a corpse and you're fucking my sister. Wait, you're also part human aren't you? Sheesh, you Werewolves will fuck anything that isn't another Werewolf! Can't say I blame you though! HAR HAR HAR (BURP!) I'm kidding! I'm kidding of course. Relax. Hey Irena bring your pretty little tail over here and bring me some food too!"
  
  Okay you are REALLY close to losing it. Mary senses this and whispers to you to just calm down. It's very difficult though. Meanwhile you see Irena bring Oliver some food, Lawrence isn't paying attention as he's talking to his children, but you notice Oliver is lecherously looking at Irena the whole time. Then he begins stuffing his bloated face when Lawrence turns back around.
  
  "Yeah, I'll be staying here awhile Lawrence; I had a couple of job set backs. Might be awhile before I can find another one. Irena said it was okay." Oliver says while food hangs from his mouth.
  
  You knew it. You goddamn well knew it. Typical fucking Cat Person. Fucking sponge.
  
  "Sure Oliver, you're family after all, your home is my home."
  "Ah, you have my thanks Lawrence. My sister is so lucky to have such a highly motivated well to do man such as yourself. Don't know why our family disapproved so much of you, but hey at least I was at the wedding, right Irena? There to give you away, right Irena?"
  "Um, yes Oliver." Irena says nervously and quickly goes back into the kitchen.
  
  Something is seriously WRONG here. You've hung around with some shady characters and known several creepy ones, and Oliver is just oozing with both traits. Even his sister doesn't seem to like him; she seems more scared of him than anything. Like an abuse victim. You don't understand why Lawrence is letting him talk like that. You ask to see Lawrence in the next room privately.
  
  "What's up Dad?" he asks.
  "What's up with you? Why are you letting Oliver talk shit like that?"
  "What Oliver? He's harmless. That's just how he is. Don't pay any attention."
  "Yeah well I'm having a very hard time doing that. Look fuck all my personal feelings about what you think of your relationship with Irena, but if that's the woman you love, then you need to put Oliver in his place right now. I know damn well you HAD to inherit that trait from me."
  "Dad I know your answer to everything is to kick everyone's ass that looks at you sideways, but sometimes you have to let things go. Besides Oliver's the only family member on EITHER side who supported our wedding you know. He even paid for it. He might make comments every now and then, but I know he's supportive of us."
  "Lawrence, I know about letting things go, I've been doing it all damn night, but I'm telling you I can sense that he's up to no fucking good. He's been staring at his sister's tits and ass since he got here! It's like he's a psychotic stalker ex-boyfriend. I noticed Irena acting nervous around him, I'm telling you something weird went on between them and I don't think it was consensual."
  "Dad! You know what the fuck you're saying?"
  "Hell yes I know what the fuck I'm saying. I'm saying he's a fucking sicko and a moocher to boot. Doesn't have a job and it'll be awhile? You know what that translates into? A permanent squatter."
  "Geez Dad, not all Cat People are decadent lazy inbreeders."
  "Maybe not, but I'm saying HE is!"
  "I don't think he is. Irena's never told me that he's ever done anything to her and I'm sure she would've, and as for the job thing, he's just been having a string of bad luck. I mean come on; you should be able to identify with how hard the job market is right now. Look Dad, I hope you can put your bigotry aside, because I wanted you to stay awhile. Even stay here for the night."
  
  > stay for the night
  You've come this far, you might as well go a little further.
  
  "Alright...alright...I'll stay around, but just direct me to your spare bedroom or something because I refuse to be in the same room with Oliver. His mere presence sickens me."
  "Very well, just go upstairs turn left and straight ahead. It's a blue room. I hope you're in better spirits tomorrow, I want to talk with you some more."
  "Yeah, well I hope you heed my warning Lawrence. See ya tomorrow."
  
  You head to the bedroom, which is a fairly large one. You stretch out on the bed thinking about everything that's happened today. It was going pretty well until fucking Oliver showed up. He just makes you want to rip his guts out and hang him with them until his tongue turns purple and sticks out. You've never had to hold in your anger like this before, but you're trying to change. For the sake of Lawrence you're trying damn hard to change.
  
  An hour passes and Mary enters the room.
  
  "So you can't sleep, or am I correct in assuming you're just isolating yourself so you don't kill someone? Lawrence told everyone you were tired, but I knew better. You don't like Oliver."
  "Can you fuckin' blame me? I mean come on Mary, you fuckin' saw how he acts and how he is! Tell me you don't find SOMETHING wrong with the fucker."
  "Yeah, I know what you mean, I've been down there talking with everyone, and assessing him as well, and he is creepy. Especially with Irena."
  "That's what I tried to tell Lawrence, but he thinks I'm just a bigot."
  "Well...you are, but that doesn't mean you're wrong."
  "I just want to fucking do massive harm to that fucking cat..."
  "Whoa, easy there. We don't actually know anything or have any proof of anything, he could just be harmlessly weird."
  "I don't need proof when I've got instinct! Arrgh! Why the hell isn't Lawrence using his?!"
  "Calm down, you're pretty tense, I think you need to work off some of that excess energy. Come on we worry about this tomorrow, for right now let's continue to discuss those movie rewrites."
  
  Mary seductively hops on your lap and begins to kiss you all over.
  
  "Mmm, I was wondering if you still wanted to be with me after what happened back at the studio."
  "What you mean that little argument we had? Please, I've heard worse from you remember? I know you were just doing a lot of prideful macho posturing, which is kind of sexy actually. Beside I know damn well you want to be with me again, your actions of changing your views on Lawrence have proven that, not to mention your body is telling me right now."
  
  Four hours later, Mary is fast asleep, but you're still wide awake. This pleasant diversion still hasn't calmed you down. You slide out of bed to get a drink and go for a walk. On your way to the bathroom, you hear to whispering and mumbling from another bedroom. You listen closely.
  
  "You know Isis, you're growing into a pretty young feline, thank God you take after your beautiful mother."
  "Thank you Uncle Oliver, but why'd you wake me up?"
  "Just to tell you that and to play a game with you. You see me and your mother used to play a game when we were younger, but it was a secret game. We didn't tell anyone, and you can't tell anyone either, especially not your Dad."
  "Um I don't like the way you're rubbing my leg Uncle Oliver..."
  "But that's how the game is played, now let me just..."
  
  You immediately burst through the door; Oliver's fat frame is lurching over Isis when he turns his head in your direction. His eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights.
  
  "YOU'RE DEAD, YOU SICK PIECE OF SHIT!" you bellow and grab Oliver and throw him against the wall. Isis goes running and screaming from the room while you pound Oliver's face into a bloody pulp. He tries to bat you with his claws, but they don't even phase you, you're too angry and you've been wanting to do this all fucking night. You throw him out of the room and into the hallway where you kick the hell out of him as he coughs up puke and blood. Mary arrives wondering what's going on.
  
  "NO! He was trying to molest Isis! I caught him right in the fucking act! I knew I was fucking right!" you bend down and speak in his ear. "And I'm gonna make sure you don't ever try that shit on my granddaughter again, you fuck!"
  
  You begin shredding his balls and dick into pieces and howl of pain is sounded throughout the house, Tom at this point has woken up, but Mary takes him back to his own room and tells him to stay there.
  
  Now you're lurching over Oliver's bloody body ready to deliver the killing strike, when Lawrence and Irena arrive from downstairs. They look at you, they look at Oliver, then Irena says something you don't expect, but the look in her eye doesn't entirely surprise you.
  
  "Do it Wolf."
  
  And you do, you drive your claws deep into his throat effectively decapitating him. After the deed is done, you and Lawrence dump the body (and head) in a nearby woods where nature can take care of it. Lawrence then speaks.
  
  "When Isis told us what happened exactly, all I could think about is that I should've listened to you. I'm a fucking idiot, and failed you and my children."
  "Look nevermind all that now son, what's important is the problem has been dealt with. YOU, just be on guard more in the future. Remember, you're the protector of this family, you have to suspect everything and everyone. If something doesn't feel right, trust your fucking instinct, its never wrong. Let's get back home, I gotta wash this cat blood off of me, I think he pissed on me too, ugh."
  
  The following day you decide to leave, Lawrence wants you to stick around, but you tell Lawrence he needs to spend time with his family right now, not you. This time he listens to you. You and Mary get on your Harley, while Lawrence, Irena, Isis and Tom all say their good byes to you.
  
  "Bye Grandpa!" Isis and Tom say in unison.
  "Bye you two. Remember, if someone starts trying to do something you don't like to you, scratch their eyes out!" you reply patting them both on the head.
  "Thank you Wolf, for what you did...you don't know how much it means to me..."
  "Think nothing of it, Irena, but you're welcome."
  "Bye Dad, I do hope we'll see you again."
  "You will."
  
  You start up the cycle and you and Mary zoom off.
  
  On the trip home Mary rests her head on the back of your shoulder while holding you and giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then.
  
  "So are we going to actually get to those rewrites when we get back home, or are we going to just fuck our brains out again?" you ask Mary jokingly.
  "How about we do the latter, I don't think the movie needs any rewrites now."
  "What?! Dammit I told you I'm not playing that cranky old grandpa part!"
  "Why not? You do an excellent job of it in real life." Mary taunts.
  "Hey don't joke like that! I got a public image to maintain!"
  "Ha ha! Don't worry; we're still making the changes. Your image of being a distrusting combative asshole will be maintained...and don't ever change that trait." Mary says while kissing you on the cheek.
  
  "No need to ever worry about that Mary, some things will never change."