I am a serious business woman trying to get work done. I vigorously type away at the keyboard. I notice that it is dark outside. I look to see there is full moon tonight. I only have 5 minutes until I turn into a werewolf! I hurry to finish my work. However, I start to get hot. I fan myself off with jacket, get slightly itchy, and especially tug at my tucked in shirt. Suddenly, I get a phone call. I tell them I am getting the paper done and it will be sent soon while taking off my heels and giving my feet a good scratching. I howl and try to cover it up with my mouth and cough. I quickly gi...

I am a serious business woman trying to get work done. I vigorously type away at the keyboard. I notice that it is dark outside. I look to see there is full moon tonight. I only have 5 minutes until I turn into a werewolf! I hurry to finish my work. However, I start to get hot. I fan myself off with jacket, get slightly itchy, and especially tug at my tucked in shirt. Suddenly, I get a phone call. I tell them I am getting the paper done and it will be sent soon while taking off my heels and giving my feet a good scratching. I howl and try to cover it up with my mouth and cough. I quickly give an excuse and get off the phone as soon as possible. I continue to work despite to worsening symptoms. More itchiness, difficulty concentrating, harder to type. My senses are heightened. I struggle to get the last words. When I finally do, I throw off my blazer, howl, and run out into the wilderness.