I was thrown out of kindergarten because I wore a dress without panties.  The other kids and I were all jumping and playing in class, when my teacher screamed my name in a blood curdling shriek that could almost shatter glass.  Then, she snatched me up to remove me incase my own legs couldn't carry me fast enough.

     I thought she had lost her mind, so you can bet I kept an eye on her after a stunt like that! 

     The Parole Board is scheduled to vote on whether they will release me July 2008.  If they say yes, I'll be release within 45 days after that.

     I love carnivals and I would go with my love to the fortune teller's tent, where she would tell him he has the mark of the were-wolf in his palm.  Then, we would go ride the Ferris Wheel and he would kiss me every time we reach the top.  After that we'll go home and start a fire in the fireplace and sip wine sitting on the couch.  My pulse will start to race and he'll begin to feel lust in a strange, wild way, he never felt before because he isn't just human anymore.  He starts to slowly lower his mouth toward my neck, fangs bared, pause looking confused, then he'll lick his lips, before opening his mouth wider, exposing more fangs and start moving toward my neck again...later, he'll ask me "was it as good for you as it was for me"?  I'll say, "yes, my love."  If the villagers come to try to take him away I'll fight them off with a flaming torch. 

     Later, I'll softly scratch his stomach to make his muzzle smile, manicure his claws, fluff and comb the hair growing on his ears and most of all love him with all my heart.  If you are my true love, the were-wolf the Gypsy's sang songs about for centuries around their camp fires, because they knew you would come someday, write to me.