The other night at Balboa turned out to be
very eventful indeed, but for all the wrong reasons.
Morrigan turned the tables on me; she apparently had her lackey,
Yancey Slide, do some digging on me, and he uncovered a rather sorry bundle of secrets from my not-so-distant past. You see, when I was at UC Sunnydale, I was having trouble keeping myself
(
Read more... )