It all began on a hot summers night on the island of Mallorca. In the dungeons dressing room Mehdi lurked preparing himself for the mischievous night ahead. He knew there was only one attire appropriate for this occasion ... a dark and dreary cape. He knew that tonight brushing his teeth was not quite enough so he scrubbed every nook and cranny of his mouth. The sun set over the villa and he felt the slight urge to howl, a feeling Mehdi wolf wolf knew all too well. Once more he wanted to get down on all fours. He slinked suspiciously into the moonlight, scanning his territory to ensure no cameras had eyes on his bewitched behaviour. He primitively crawled onto the pink love island sofa, sipping seductively on his drink bottle. He swallowed a howl as it crawled up his throat knowing that he couldn't let Whitney see this side of him until she had eyes for no one else. Can I pull you for a chat ... Mehdi howled
