Izzy, Jacob, and Cain pile back in the car. The engine of the Lincoln roars to life. They drive to the drive-in movie theater; which is a few blocks away from the arcade. As they approach, there is a neon sign attached to the top of a double carport that says Macphersons Drive-In. Attached to the carport is a ranch-style house.

  They pull under the covered space. An older woman with salt and pepper hair smiles at the trio as they pull up.

  “Well, Cane, are you buying tickets or using the voucher system again?” she asks, leaning out a window. Izzy notices she is heavyset and her arms are as thick as a bodybuilder's.

  ‘What did this woman do for a living?’ she asks herself. ‘Looks like she threw barrels and kept men in red hats from climbing dders.’

  “Hey, the vouchers again.” Cane hands them to her.

  “Who are your friends?” She says with a broad smile, her voice slightly nasal. “Haven't seen them around.”

  “New guests at the ranch: this is Izzy, and that's Jacob,” Cane says distracted by what is On the screen ahead of them, comical 1960s advertisements are pying. Currently, there is a dancing ice cream with the tagline “eat me.”

  “That's nice; new faces are always welcome as long as you don't make trouble.” She gres at the pair.

  “No promises,” he says as he drops the car in gear and drives into the backyard of the house.

  Jacob cranes his head around, looking at the back of the residential house where a small booth on stilts has been built to house a projector. He looks to the left and spots a food truck sitting in the corner of the yard. Above it, a big sign says, “Local shrimp taco.”

  They idle the car into the second row. Cane shuts the engine off and opens the door. “Let me grab some bnkets,” he says, and heads to the trunk; he opens it and pulls out matching comforters, simple brown and soft. They look like they were stolen from a motel bed. He closes the trunk with a squeak.

  He climbs in the back with Jacob, patting the middle of the seat. “Well, get back here,” he says to Izzy.

  Izzy climbs over the leather bench seat and squeezes into the middle. "What movie is it?" she asks. She looks around at all the old and cssic cars, most of them familiar from the ranch.

  Jacob climbs back in the front seat and turns on the radio. "It occurred to me you can't hear as well as me." He adjusts the volume. Looking back, he says, “Bride of the Monster, or at least that’s what she posted on her website today.”.

  The sound of an advertisement for Davenport Chemicals, “Making society better through science,” with a cheesy character wearing a b coat and a respirator, fills the car.

  A voice breaks in. “Well, folks, you know what time it is,”

  “What time is it, Tulip?” voices from the parked cars chant.

  “It’s time to watch the movie,” the female voice says. Izzy puts it together.

  “The old dy’s name is Tulip,” she mutters. “She sure doesn't look like a tulip.”

  “Don’t let her catch you calling her an old dy,” Jacob warns.

  The opening starts pying. Quickly, Cane spreads out the quilts he got out of the trunk.

  “Is she the one who owns all the businesses?” Jacob asks, adjusting the bnket gratefully.

  “one and the same,” he says, leaning back into the soft leather seat. He bends forward and hits the lever to fold the front bench seat down, making it a perfect pce to put your feet.

  Jacob leans back, putting his feet up. He puts his arm around Izzy's shoulder. The werewolf is glued to the movie; he has always loved it.

  She ys her hand on the werewolf's p unthinkingly, his thigh warm to the touch, his tail twitching uncomfortably but smooshed against her side. She leans forward, and he moves it behind her back, the st wispy hairs touching Jacob's side. "Thanks," he says, putting his hand on hers for a moment, his attention no longer on the movie but on the woman he finds so attractive next to him.

  The movie goes on, and Jacob gently pys with Izzy's hair. Meanwhile, her hand wanders on Cane's p; she feels dirty showing affection to the werewolf while Jacob is caressing her, so she puts a hand on Jacob's p too. ‘That's better. What if I tease them both equally? That's not being hussy, is it? She tries to justify, ‘No, it’s still being a hussy.’ She smiles to herself, ‘At least you’re a self-aware wolf lover.’

  They sit in silence watching the movie. Jacob feels himself needing to go pee. He squeezes, trying to hold it. Finally, he surrenders and stands up, making Izzy and Cane jump. Her hand careened off his p and crashed into her knee.

  "How about some popcorn?” Jacob asks, already scanning around for a bathroom, looking like a meerkat.

  Cane smiles a toothy smile, his face covered in a thin, velvety fur. He says, ”Yes, Fishy's sells popcorn.”

  “Yeah, I’ll take one too and a water,” Izz says as Jacob works his way out of the car. No sooner has he left than the werewolf leans over into her p, putting his feet up in the air.

  "He is a great guy, Jacob," he says, looking more lupine while he is supine. She puts her hand over his face.

  "Shh, this is a good part," she says and pulls her hand in disgust when he licks her.

  "The tongue defense is powerful as always," he ughs, and she ughs. She wipes the saliva on his shirt, then continues rubbing his chest as they watch.

  Jacob rushes toward the food truck, wishing he had asked where the bathrooms are. The line at the food truck is long. Longer than he can wait. He looks around in desperation, seeing Scarlet's bright hair.

  He approaches her. “You’re Scarlet, right? I need to pee. Where are the bathrooms?” He asks in a single breath.

  She turns around confused, not entirely sure who he is, and points to several dark green porta potties on the other side of the property.

  “Shit, damn it. Thanks.” He starts running toward the bathrooms when he sms into the god Mars; it's like hitting a brick wall. He bounces off, nding on his back.

  “What did you say to her?” he asks in a deep voice. Reaching down to help him up.

  “Nothing. I said nothing. I need to go pee.” Jacob gets up and starts to run toward the outhouses again; the god watches him go.

  “You're really not competition for her affection,” the god mutters and returns to watching Scarlet in line.

  He mostly makes it and manages to only pee a few drops in his shorts. “Today I consider that a win,” he still frowns at his diminishing bdder control.

  In the car, Izzy finds a spot on Cane's stomach that makes his leg twitch uncontrolbly. “What is that?” she asks, ughing.

  “No stop, no, don’t stop,” Cane says, his face stuck between how nice it feels and how awkward it is. His cock is growing hard; he feels a growing need to be inside her again to cim her like before.