Up Against a Stereotype

"What's wrong?" you ask, just as your face starts to push out. You place a hairy hand on Heather's shoulder, but neither of you really notices.

"You're some sort of monster, aren't you?" accuses Heather. "All that Daddy ever asked of me was not to marry a werewolf, and he warned me that they only care about sex. So here you are halfway through the door with your shirt and pants already halfway off!" Heather cries.

"Honey," you begin to console her, but your voice is too guttural for effective communication.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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