Mason furiously turned through page after page. He's been on Were-wolf sites for hours. The tenacious researcher can now say he's at a dead end.
Brett approaches him, leaning over his shoulder, a little too close to his flustered cheeks.
"Brett I'm sorry...there isn't a cure for what you've got"
Brett laughed. "Mason I was born Were. There's no known cure for that"
Mason sighed dramatically.
"Brett I wasn't talking about your Lycanthropy. I'm talking about your Hotness. You're gonna be Sexy forever, how do you feel?" Mason asked.
