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After a long, but successful first day with Abby, I got permission from Giles to use the PA system ( Read more... )

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Tracy arched her back and sighed happily. Her shirt. I really should take it all the way off for her. I liked how it looked though, unbuttoned, gathered around her shoulders. And her bra? Oh. My. God. Its lacy-tastefulness was just fluttering loosely at her sides, like an afterthought. Poor discarded, unnecessary bra. Foundational garments, this ( Read more... )

Tonight, friends, tonight was the BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE. Ever. And it's not even over yet. Tara is performing an ancient ritual on Xander for something or other, I think some kind of perfecting spell? Something? Maybe something to make him all manly and sexy to the ladies? Anyway, she asked me to assist her...

By bathing Xander.
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There are a few moments in a man's life that define him. His college graduation, first promotion, buying his first sportscar, his wedding day, and holding his young son in his arms as he gazes into the loving eyes of his lover. I've been told, anyway. I haven't actually experienced any of those things. I barely graduated from high school, and, um, ( Read more... )

Tracy and I sat in the den, listening to scratch and pop of voices on the scanner. "The Man" was all a-buzz about something, but they might as well been speaking a different language. I wish there was a correspondence course for learning police lingo ( Read more... )

I'd spent enough time in the kitchen after the crushing blow that Rupert Giles, Headmaster and Chief of Sadism, dealt me during our first official meeting. No Dawn. Dawn was not my Slayer. I -- to reiterate -- was not her Watcher.

I was, as they say in England, absolutely gutted.But, part of the New Andrew Wells mystique is to not throw visible ( Read more... )

I'm sure someday I'll look back on my time in Sunnydale and laugh. Laugh at the beatings in high school I received from the sportos. Laugh about the strangely similar beatings I received from my older brother. Laugh at constantly being referred to as "Tucker's brother" when I'm totally a better summoner. Laugh about the time I got egged while ( Read more... )