Jared usually preferred a good, uncomplicated order to things. His entire life, his strong-willed father, and his beautiful mother had always laid things out for him. They had done it in such a way that there was no other possibility that an idea could be more than what it was. When he was a young boy and hadn’t hit puberty yet, they told him about the physical changes that he would experience and that it would be the way things went for the rest of his life. There hadn’t been any flowery discussion about the birds and the bees, but there had been an informative lecture on erections, wet dreams, and the physical change his body would go through in the middle of the night. It would occur allowing tough pieces of fur to come through. They would try to penetrate his soft and human skin even without his consent.