Marine ​Biology (San Andreas Shifters 0,5) 9 csillagozás

Alec looked around at the pack. “Great, what are we? A sleeper cell for the KGB?” There goes my smart mouth again.
Luckily, unlike Butch, Fifi didn’t seem to mind it when Alec went off. The Alpha grinned. “CIA, pup. Canines In Action.”

Marvin petted Alec’s arm as though Alec were some skittish animal.
“So here I am, a marine mammal, and I’ve got biology. I was thinking I might work my way onto your sample chart.”

“So, how deep in the closet are you?”
Alec gave him an expressive look. “Honey, I shit mothballs.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Alec shrugged. “That’s because I’m trying to teach a fish to ride a motorcycle.”
“Hey, I’m pretty good on two wheels.” Marvin smiled at him.
“And still – not fish,” added Giselle.

Unfortunately, the walrus flopped over and tried to tusk at Alec’s ankle before he could get hold of his pants, so Alec took refuge up a little stepladder. Marvin, with a decided twinkle in his eye, joined him. The diminutive nature of the stepladder made for an agreeably intimate relationship. Marvin was quite as thrilled by the lack of jeans as Alec was troubled.

Is it full moon? Did I forget it was full moon? I hacked one of those female cycle programs. It’s supposed to remind me when I’m due.

The werewolves thought this was a great joke, that the pack had a pet ghost.