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Cedric and his best friend and schoolmate Brigham can't resist the mysteries of the Moor near Cedric's house, especially after hearing tales of a monster. The monster they seek turns out to be a young werewolf living in isolation -- who cannot risk word of his existence getting to the superstitious townsfolk. In order to assure his continued safety, the werewolf takes Brigham as a hostage. While Brigham faces confinement with a monster, he will soon discover the young man underneath the legend.
To celebrate the end of Garrison's first full year at Harper Adams, Brigham decided a holiday was in order. The two boys finally managed to wheedle away from Cedric and his girlfriend Harriet for one full week and absconded to a beautiful seaside shack in Blackpool. The week was spent in delirious ecstasy; they lay on the beach until their noses were pink and their shoulders threatened blisters. They showered together, keeping the water cool. The shower stall filled with grains of sand, and their too-gangly mens' feet on boys' bodies kicked at each other as they laughed and reached in the tiny stall. Soap smeared from body to body, at first accidentally, and then intentionally. Next came lotion to soothe the fresh day's burns, hands and mouths roaming, and breath on ears in the summery delight of scents as salty as the ocean. Finally, they always had dinner out.
Garrison and Brigham together possessed very little in the way of money, so they made due with meals from a fish and chips stand, or a back alley curry joint. It hardly mattered. Afterward, the beach was waiting again, and now they smelled of patchouli and drank cheap wine that made Garrison's aches ease and Brigham's eyes grow wide with lust. At night, they often slept on the beach, rivaling the waves with their own sounds. Before dawn, before anyone could catch them, they came inside for a breakfast of wine, toast, and berries. Then they wandered back onto the beach to sleep all day in the sun, until their noses were pink and their shoulders once again threatened blisters.
"This is what I want to be when I grow up." Brigham sighed into the shorebirds' calls.
"What, a lazy berk?" Garrison asked.
Brigham pouted in mock offense. "I want to be on the beach, in love."