text: "Alright I'll take the job, just tell me where its at." You say.
  
  After Erik gives you the information, you ride your Harley to the studio.
  
  When you arrive on the set, you see a bunch of snot nosed wolflings hanging around trying to look "tough". Some of them are in human form, but you can smell them for who they truly are though. These cubs today, you swear they would've never lasted back in the old days. All flash and nothing to back it up. (Though you don't mind looking at the young females that are there) That's why they hang out in packs. You never did that even when you were young. You were always a lone wolf.
  
  "Hey who's the fossil?" one of them asks.
  "Hey Grandpa, the remake of Old Yellow is next door!"
  
  This causes a howl of laughter from all of them, until you confront the one who said it. Probably the leader no doubt. Not even in wolf form. Pathetic.
  
  "I'm going to give you time to transform into a more adequate fighting form before I neuter you." You calmly explain.
  "You? You're like 300 years old! I could take... "
  
  Can't say you didn't give him a chance.
  
  You immediately pounce on him, knocking him down while clamping your jaws on his face and digging your fangs in.
  
  "HOLY SHIT DUDE!" one of them shouts.
  "Oh my god he's killing him!" a female screams.
  "Get him off of him, get him off of him!"
  
  While them all attempt to pull you off of their leader you hear a familiar voice that gets your attention.
  
  "Well, I see Erik passed my script over to you, good. I'm also glad to see you're still as anti-social as usual Wolf." Mary says as you finally get off of your misguided heckler and approach her. She still looks the same, though she looks a lot better now that she got rid of that hair style she used to have and dyed it blonde.
  "Just re-establishing the proper hierarchy, nothing more."
  "Hmm, always the Alpha Male, that was what I always loved about you. So primal. Maybe later I can dress in a little red cloak and we can reenact a fairy tale."
  "Some fairy tale, as I remember you loved a lot of beings."
  "Hey I can't help who I am. I was created this way."
  "Just like Frankie eh?"
  "Don't you compare me to that sicko! Yes we are controlled by our genetics to a certain degree, but as you damn well know I rose above them! I made my own identity. I'm a successful director and writer now, so what if I have a healthy sexual appetite? There's nothing wrong with that, I'm sure you'd agree given all the beings you had your way with before, after and DURING your marriage!"
  "Look never mind all that. I got a real problem with this film." You say side stepping her correct accusation.
  "What's wrong with it?"
  "What's wrong with it? Are you kidding me? It sucks! It makes a mockery of werewolves! You even named one of them fucking Benji!"
  "Well comedy is popular now. Plus children like monsters just as long as they aren't too scary, so I was hoping to make it a family film."
  "ARRGH! I don't DO family films! This is insulting and demeaning!"
  "How? Come on Wolf. In most horror movies you've made you always got killed in the end by a human, how was that any less demeaning?"
  "Because at least I was portrayed as feared monster that killed a bunch of people! I can play ball with the humans and their idealistic notion of good always having to overcome evil and all that... but THIS! This makes me into a fucking joke! I can't even believe you of all people wrote this... no wait I can. You fucking undead don't have any consideration for anyone, but yourselves."
  "You know I'm technically not even undead, I'm created from several dead bodies. I'm more of a golem." Mary attempts to correct you.
  "Who gives a shit, you're still basically a walking corpse, and your flesh is dead. You're Undead in my book."
  "You know for someone who hasn't been able to find a job in months and is basically just rotting away in his little cabin, you'd think that you'd be a little more appreciative. I wrote this with you in mind you hairy bigoted asshole!"
  
  You don't know whether to take that as an insult or as an attempt for her to try to make amends for the past.
  > continue to talk with Mary
  Eh, you let it slide this once, Mary can't really help being so ignorant of a Werewolf's pride, she's just a fucking patchwork of corpse parts, besides you need the money from this job, and who knows, maybe you can jump start your career again... 
  
  But there's still no way you're going to play in this movie the way it is! Time to turn on that charm.
  
  "Mary, look I know you mean well and all, but come on, you can't seriously expect me to play this character! It's insulting! Make it a comedy if you must, but make a dark one at least, not some family shit. Maybe I'm some fucking relic of the past trying to hold on to days gone by, but just about all I got left in this shitty world is my balls and my pride and I'm not losing either of them!"
  
  Mary stares at you a bit, then she addresses the wolfings.
  
  "Alright you guys that's a wrap for today! I'll call you back when I need you, there's going to be some script rewrites, and before someone bites my head off, don't worry nobody's lost their jobs."
  
  After the set is completely clear, Mary addresses you and strokes your facial fur.
  
  "That was a very passionate little speech you just gave, and almost halfway civilized for you. I especially liked the part about your balls." At this point she gently caresses the twins with her other hand. "Mmm yes, I don't think I'd like you to lose those either, or THIS!"
  
  At this point Mary grabs your big fully erect dick.
  
  "How about you and I discuss those script changes now, Wolfie?"
  "Alright, but its going to be hard for you to talk with your mouth full... "
  
  Four hours later, you and Mary have expended your sexual energy and are in a more talkative mood.
  
  "... and that's how I think the movie should go." You finish explaining.
  "Actually that's not a bad idea; I'll certainly incorporate some of the changes you suggested. See, and that's why you'll always hold a place in my heart, Wolfie." Mary says lying next to you.
  "Well, the patchwork heart that was given to you anyways Mary."
  "Damn Wolf, you were doing so well there for awhile and you revert right back to asshole mode."
  "It's a gift."
  "Hmm, it's also why you're all alone."
  "So what? I've always been a loner."
  "And you're happy living like that?"
  "Its worked pretty well so far, don't see any reason to change now."
  "Oh come on, surely you'd like someone around as opposed to the fast ass girls I hear you still bed every now and then."
  "What? You mean like a wife? Yeah right! Tried that remember, you were part of the reason why I ultimately got divorced... ah fuck it. I was having problems with that bitch and fucking around on her before we started seeing each other. Nobody's fault except my own for being stupid enough for getting married in the first place."
  "Well maybe you just made the wrong choice in woman... "
  "No, I didn't. I made the wrong choice period. I wasn't meant to be married, and it's not the idea of just fucking one female forever, I just value my freedom too much."
  "Well I don't see how you can be happy without someone special in your life."
  "Jesus fuckin' Christ, Mary what is with you getting all into my fucking business? What about you? You ain't married and you seem to be doing alright! ... Or are you trying to tell me something?"
  
  Mary looks at you with a solemn expression on her face and touches your hand.
  
  "Wolf, things are different for me now. I spent years searching and while I've had lots of exciting and pleasant experiences in my life, but I've never felt as close to someone as I have during our time together. I might be made up of parts, but I've always felt a piece was missing when I wasn't with you. No matter where I was, you were always in my mind."
  "Oh so that's what this is huh? You're feeling that something is missing in your existence so you figure you can just waltz back into ol' Wolf's life because hey he doesn't have anything going on and pick back up where we left off? Fuck that, I can say you literally and figuratively screwed the pooch on that one, baby. You ended up running off with that half a fag Dracula while I was getting all my shit taken away from me by my bitch ex-wife and sued by your goddamn no talent father!" you say and move your hand away.
  "It was a confusing time for me Wolf! You know how I was, I had all these hormones injected into me and I was initially created for the sole purpose of being a sex toy! Yes, I managed to overcome, but I couldn't fight all of my initial feelings, I was also so curious about everything and anything! Dracula was a well traveled person and yes he WAS charming, I learned a lot while I was with him. I saw the world and more. You think I wanted to leave you? I loved you! Yes and I know you find that hard to believe that something Undead is capable of love, but I LOVED you!"
  "Oh yeah, well if you loved me so fucking much, why the fuck did you leave?"
  "Because I had to! You were stuck in your own little world, never wanting to mix with anyone, never wanting to do anything that didn't interest you, I'm a social being! I need to be around people. I don't know, maybe its because I was originally made to just stay locked in that fucking castle for that sicko Frankie and I spent so much time alone that I never wanted to be alone again. If stayed with you EVEN after your divorce and mine, I would've been trading a neglective mate, for an overly possessive one. Come on Wolf I know you. You would've been alienating everyone who looked at me with a hint of attraction. I had to let you go so I could be independent and find myself."
  "Yeah, yeah, you're the fucking victim as always right Mary? Tell someone who gives a shit. Fuck this, I'm not working on this movie with you, I don't care what rewrites you do. I'm out."
  
  You storm off, but as always Mary gets the last word.
  
  "I can't be a victim, because you've already taken that job! You carry a chip on your shoulder the size of Gibraltar and act like the goddamn World owes you something, well it doesn't! You can't let shit go! It's why you're all by yourself! Okay Wolf, fuck me then, I was no good fucking cheating bitch that did you wrong. Fine. You talk to any of your children lately? At least the ones you know about? You got fucking sons and daughters Wolf and you've alienated ALL of them with your inflexibility and assholiness! Even Lawrence, who you once were so proud of remember? He was following in your footsteps remember? But what happened? He disappointed you by following his heart instead of YOUR bigotry!"
  
  The name "Lawrence" is one you haven't heard in a long time and one you hoped you'd never hear again. You have to stop yourself from seriously damaging Mary for even mentioning him. Instead you just slowly turn around and attempt to calm yourself.
  
  "Mary, you will NOT fucking utter that name again. He's fucking dead to me. You got that? He's as fucking dead as your fucking flesh! He's not a son, he's not a relative, he's not a friend!"
  "Yeah, I knew you'd say something like that, I told LAWRENCE that when we talked the last time and it's so sad because he's always just wanted your approval."
  
  What the hell? What is Mary doing talking to your fucking no good disappointment of a son who dishonored the family by marrying Irena... one of the Cat People.
  > question Mary
  Your interest is overriding your loathing; you decide to question Mary further.
  
  "What the fuck are you doing talking to Lawrence?"
  "It's not like he's a complete stranger to me you know, we did meet several times on the set when you and I were seeing each other. We got along remember?"
  "Yeah, I remember, so what, were you fucking him too at the time?"
  "(Sigh) No Wolf, though I wouldn't have minded that since he was less of an asshole and a more open minded sort than you! In fact had he not been so in love with Irena, I might've tried, but I saw theirs was a true love and I wasn't going to break that up... "
  "Hold just a goddamn minute! He told YOU about Irena before me?! You were keeping secrets from me?!"
  "No! In fact I was the one who told him to tell you about Irena because I knew you'd find out eventually, though he should've picked a better time than in the middle of your divorce to do it. I didn't tell you because it wasn't my place and it was between you and him. He wanted to keep it secret since he was so afraid that you'd be disappointed in him... "
  "Hah! Disappointment isn't a strong enough word!"
  "Yeah, I guess that was a mistake on my part. I figured you'd be able to look past it and I told him you would because he was your son and you were so proud of him... huh. I see your mind hasn't changed on the subject though."
  "Never will either, now that was fucking years ago what the hell are you doing still talking to him?"
  "Wolf, just because I wasn't with you, doesn't mean I couldn't talk to Lawrence! Maybe by staying in contact with him, I felt like I was still in contact with you. Goddammit Wolf, I'm a free woman, I can talk to who I want! Besides, you disowned him anyway, what do you care?! I always kept in contact with Lawrence AND Irena. I even see them both every now and then... I bet I know more about Lawrence now than you do... hell I bet you don't even know they have children! You got MORE grandchildren you don't even know about!"
  
  You stand in utter shock; you didn't even know such a pairing would produce off spring. You didn't really want to think about it really.
  
  "He's got children?" you say dumbfounded.
  "Yeah a few of them, they're a bit funny looking, but they're very cute! (Sigh) I always wished I was able to have children... " Mary says wistfully. "You know Wolf you really should see Lawrence. It would mean so much to him."
  
  You don't know, maybe all this information has bewildered you a bit, maybe Mary laid down the lovin' really good, maybe you're getting soft in your old age or maybe, just MAYBE you do want to see Lawrence.
  
  "... Alright... alright Mary, I'll go see him, but I'm not promising anything!"
  
  Mary smiles and hugs you.
  
  "You will?"
  "Yeah, but if his cat bitch starts anything, I'm outta there!"
  "Oh Irena's nice! You should get to know her too! She isn't at all like you think Cat People are! I'll go get ready!"
  "What?! You're coming too?"
  "Of course, someone's gotta keep you on a leash so you don't end up destroying something, besides I know where they live and you don't, so I'm going with you."
  
  Soon you and Mary get on your Harley and are on your way. Mary tells you how to get your son's house. You didn't even realize he lived in the same state. You park your bike outside a fairly nice looking house. Your son's been doing something right.
  
  You take a deep breath when you get to the door and stand there for a few seconds preparing yourself, and then ring the bell.
  
  The door opens almost immediately and a feline face stands before you, this must be Irena. It's obvious she recognizes you, but predictably she doesn't look happy to see you.
  
  "You? What do you want?" she demands, while Mary looks at you a little concerned about what you're going to say.
  > ask for Lawrence
  "Look Irena, I'm not here to fight, I just want to see Lawrence."
  
  Speaking of whom, Lawrence arrives at the door; he's very surprised to see you.
  
  "Dad?! What're you doing here?"
  "I don't really know, you can thank Mary here for even convincing me though...  look we need to talk in private, I can't be doing this shit in front of everyone."
  
  Lawrence nods understanding completely and invites everyone in, Mary and Irena go off together while you and your son enter a study of some sort, where you have a fairly long talk. You find out that he runs his own security business, and is his own boss, which is something you can certainly respect. He excitedly tells about everything that's occurred in his life since you "disowned" him. Its weird, he doesn't seem to hold any kind of grudge or anything towards you. He's just so happy you're here. Must be a trait he picked up from his human mother's side, because you know damn well he didn't inherit it from you. If the roles were reversed, you're certain you would've slammed the door in your own face.
  
  For once you're glad Lawrence isn't completely like you. You also realize that you have been unreasonable for all these years. You still don't approve of your son's choice in mates, but like Mary said, you need to get over it.
  
  Just then a couple of little furballs come wandering into the room, they look like Wolf cubs, but the unmistakable feline features are there. They look at you with wide eyes.
  
  "Hey, Tom and Isis. Come closer, I want you to meet someone." Lawrence says.
  "Who's that Daddy?" Tom asks.
  "That's your grandfather." Lawrence says picking one up. "Dad you've never even seen your own grandchildren. You want to hold them?"
  "Uh... erm... I don't think we're quite there yet Lawrence." You say
  "Okay, I understand... hey! We're having dinner soon, you should stay!"
  "I dunno it might be weird."
  "Nonsense! Look if you think you're going to get into it with Irena, I can tell you it won't happen if you don't say anything to her. She'll keep quiet if you do. I hope you can be a little civil, I know it sucks when I have to be civilized to clients for my job, but you know how it is."
  "Yeah I know how it is. Alright I can do it. Hell, I've come this far. This is a whole new experience for me. I hope just hope you've got some good food."
  "Of course! We're not vegetarians here you know!"
  "Well that's good, or else I would've had to disown you again!" you badly joke.
  
  There's a period of silence, and you think you might've stepped over the line, however Lawrence begins to laugh.
  
  "Disown me? If I become a vegetarian, just put a fucking silver bullet in my head! Ha ha!"
  
  You laugh too, and breathe a sigh of relief. You remind yourself that you'll have to do a better job of your words at the dinner table!
  
  Dinner is a pleasant affair; Irena certainly is an excellent cook. In fact it looks like she's an excellent housewife in general. You've noticed the house is spotless. She might be a house cat, but she's certainly not a lazy one. Maybe there are exceptions to Cat People. She doesn't talk to you, but she doesn't start anything either. Everyone eats except Mary who doesn't require it, but she looks happy that you're here making an effort to get along with everyone. You can't be sure, but you get the impression that she did this for herself as much as she did for you. Mary's own "family" is pretty fucked up and she's unable to have children of her own. Maybe in some ways she hoped to create a "surrogate" family that she could be apart of instead and all that was missing was you.
  
  The doorbell rings.
  
  "Who could that be?" Lawrence asks Irena.
  "I don't know, I'll go check."
  
  Irena gets up to answer the door and you can hear a loud voice in the next room.
  
  "Sis! It's so good to see you! How about a hug for your brother?"
  
  You hear some muttering and whispering, but can't quite make it out. A few seconds later, another Irena and another Cat Person enters the room. You don't like him. He's fat and scruffy. He looks like scum and smells like scum. All your previous good feelings immediately start to dissipate. Mary looks over at you.
  
  "Uncle Oliver!" the furballs say in unison.
  "Hey, kids! It's been a long time since I've seen you! I'll be staying here for awhile so we'll have lots of time to play!"
  
  You don't like him.
  
  "Hey Lawrence... I hope you've been taking good care of my sister." He says with almost a hint of distain.
  
  You really don't like him.
  
  "Who's this couple?" he asks when noticing you and Mary. He gives you an unmistakable hostile stare.
  
  You hate him.
  
  You immediately whisper to Mary. "Who the fuck is this shithead?"
  "Its Irena's brother, Oliver. I don't know too much about him, this the first time I've met him in person."
  > leave
  There's a limit to your tolerance and you've just reached it. This lowlife is going to piss you off severely. You better just leave now, before you turn this place into a warzone.
  
  "Well, I'd like to stay, but me and Mary have a lot of work to do on a new movie."
  "We do?"
  "Yes! Remember all those rewrites?" you give her hand a squeeze and look at her while moving your head slightly in the direction of Oliver. She gets the hint.
  "Oh yeah, we have to go."
  "Oh, well okay. I hope you'll come by again soon though!" Lawrence says.
  
  As you and Mary head towards the door, you turn back around and look at the house, look at his wife, look at his children and then look at that other...  cat person. You can only change so much. You can't see yourself being "part of the family" This is your son's life not yours.
  
  "I'm sure we'll see each other again someday." You say.
  
  Lawrence looks a little disappointed, but understands.
  
  "Yeah, I'm sure we'll have a good time then." He replies.
  "Goodbye and good luck son."
  
  You and Mary get on your bike, wave goodbye and zoom off.
  
  During the ride you feel like you should say something to Mary, who you think is probably just as disappointed as your son was.
  
  "I'm sorry Mary, I just can't change that much."
  "I know. I suppose it was too big of a step. You did really make an effort though, and you at least reconciled with Lawrence."
  "Hey I reconciled with you too... so are we like moving in together or should we still keep our own places?"
  "Excuse me? What's all this? Are you suggesting that we should get back together?"
  "Well you were the one who brought it up first, and yeah you were right about a lot of stuff. I probably should have someone special in my life at my age. And since you're about the only one who'll put up with me on a long term basis, you're the best candidate."
  "Wow, Wolf with words like that, you REALLY make a girl feel special!"
  "You know I like everything else about you. I don't need to say it."
  "Hmm, what makes you think I still want to be with you?"
  "Oh please, you know you want this. Besides your hands are supposed to be around my waist, not fondling my crotch every five minutes."
  
  Mary laughs at your remark and kisses you on the cheek. She rests her head on the back of your shoulder and just holds you normally for the rest of the trip, giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then.
  
  Sometimes a little change isn't always a bad thing.