She pulled her hand away as soon as she could bear to, embarrassment rushing in to replace those feelings of lust as they faded.  It was more bearable now, even if she did still feel like she would instantly leap into bed with the first reasonably attractive man she could find.<br/><br/>She was still naked, she realized, which only made her more nervous.  The warehouse was bad enough by itself without adding lack of clothes into the equation.  At least it was deserted, apparently, and she could get hold of herself in private.  She got up, slowly, and began searching the place.  Probably she wouldn't be lucky enough to find clothes, but maybe a telephone, or something... maybe she was back home now, away from wolf men and slavers, and she could just get back to her apartment and forget all this.