Jacob opens the port-a-potty door and is on the hunt for popcorn; he crosses back across the field and stands in line for the food truck. He looks around for the portable brick wall and doesn't see a trace of him.

  When he gets to the window, the man running the store asks, “What kind of taco do you want, and what level of cooked do you want your shrimp?” He is a balding man with gsses and a slight belly. Jacob doesn't have to work very hard to guess it is a New York City accent.

  “Level of cooked? I wasn't aware there were levels of cooking for seafood,” Jacob asks, confused and disgusted; the thought of bckened shrimp or, worse, uncooked, makes his stomach turn.

  The man looks at him confused. “Look, sir, if you know, you know, and I don’t think you know.”

  Jacob tries to smile, acting cool. “Yeah, sure, I just need 3 bags of popcorn and 3 bottles of water.”

  “Sure thing, coming right up.” He scoops up 3 rge bags of popcorn.

  “Do you want a drizzle on that? We got butter or cheese or shrimp.” The man looks at Jacob like he is the kid in English css taking too long to read his part of Romeo and Juliet.

  Jacob cringes visibly. “What, just butter? Please, no shrimp.” He looks around for support on this, but the person behind him, wearing a bowler hat with long bunny ears sticking through holes cut in the brim of the hat, is slowly chanting “shrimp popcorn” while bouncing slowly.

  Money and goods exchange hands, and soon Jacob is walking back towards the center of the drive-in to snake his way down the rows of cars. When he hears Macpherson's voice behind him

  “Hey you, Jacob, come here for a second; I need to speak with you.” She says Jacob turns around to see her id back on a lounge chair with a beer in one hand and a taco in the other.

  Jacob moves to the edge of the porch, its chipped white paint in need of attention. “Uh, yeah, what do you need?” he asks back. Trying to maintain bance on the popcorn.

  “Come up here,” she demands, and Jacob complies; standing next to Macpherson, he can see how intimidating she is.

  “Tell Cane I have need of his services. Can you do that for me? Good, I know you can. Now how about you sit down and have a beer and get to know me, maybe really get to know me?” She says the st part slowly and deliberately. Jacob is sure she meant it to be sexy, but it comes out threatening, like this woman is secretly an orc or a mob enforcer, possibly both.

  “No, that's okay; I have to get back to my girlfriend,” he stammers and backpedals down the steps.

  She heartily ughs, “Oh hun, you left the wolf with your girlfriend; you might as well stick around unless you're into watching, that is.”

  Jacob turns around to make better speed and raises his voice so she can still hear him. “Uh, yeah, maybe some other time. I'll pass along your message.

  “Ahh, so you do like to watch.” She ughs, watching him rush away. ‘Shame that’s a tight ass,’ she thinks, ‘oh well.’.

  The wolf's ears perk up. "He is on his way back. Should we shift back?" She thinks about it but decides she is tired of hiding everything from Jacob. ‘If our retionship is going to survive, he needs to get used to this,’ she thinks to herself.

  She shakes her head no as Jacob climbs into his seat and notices the wolf's head on her p.

  "Jeez, if I was gone 5 more minutes, who knows what you might have been up to? Macpherson just warned me about you." Jacob tossed a piece of popcorn at the wolf; he bit it out of the air expertly.

  "Yeah, you might have caught me feeding him Twizzlers." Izzy throws a piece of popcorn at Jacob; he fails to catch it; and it nds harmlessly outside the car.

  They settle in, Jacob leaning against Izzy, her arm around him; she gives him a kiss while she continues rubbing Cane's belly hair, the darkness keeping her actions invisible.

  Izzy can hear the sound of someone in a nearby car attempting to have quiet sex. The steady squeak of a car suspension was punctuated by muffled moans.

  The movie is now almost over; she finds her hands have wandered to the waistbands on the werewolf's pants, her fingers teasing the edge of the estic. Both men are glued to the screen, trying not to let the other know what is happening. and Izzy can't pay attention to the plot at all.

  The final scene starts, and Izzy's panties are damp with her excitement. She slips a finger deeper inside Cane's shorts, brushing the tip of his cock; precum coats her fingers. She moans silently, feeling her stomach tighten.

  The end credits start to roll. She pulls her hand back reflexively. “Well, that was a good movie,” she says.

  "Ready to go home?" Cane says he is starting to feel uncontrolled urges.

  “There's a second movie, though,” Jacob says, wondering what happened. He was pretty sure they were going to join the squeaky orchestra.

  But Izzy grabs his cock encouragingly. “Don’t worry, Jacob, we can watch another movie in the motel room.”

  Cane folds the seat up; several cars start their engines, some to recharge their batteries, others to leave. Cane climbs into the driver's seat. Izzy follows to the front seat as well. A loud moan is heard from the car next to them, and then the car stops rocking.

  The cool night air was blowing across them, just cold enough to make her skin prickle. Jacobs' erection annoys him, and he shifts uncomfortably to make room. “That was fun; we should do it again soon,” Jacob says, leaning over the front seat to be heard.

  “Yeah, it was Jacob. We should pn on bowling soon.” Cane says he hungers to touch Izzy again but knows limits have already been pushed tonight.

  “Oh yeah, Macpherson says she needs your services,” Jacob remembers and sits back.

  Cane turns his head back and tells him, “Thanks, I will look into it tomorrow; nothing she needs from me should be that pressing.”

  Soon they are back at the motel. Jacob begins folding up the bnkets. Cane leans over and kisses Izzy on the cheek. "That was a great date," he says, his comparative youth showing in the lights of the motel.

  "We were just hanging out. It wasn't a date." She says, blushing, as Jacob starts getting out of the car.