Buffy's execution of getting the hussy who had kicked me in the balls and then had tried to escape, was perfect. It made me smile and as she threw the beaten girl down on my bed, not unconscious, but obviously too sore to move, I moved over to Buffy, placed my hands on her tight little ass and squeezed, kissing her ( Read more... )

Putting Boris and Spike in the stasis had been brilliant, even though Boris would not look at it that way and would probably curse my name for it. It was brilliant because it had isolated Spike, who would surely want to protect his amour, Buffy Summers, which potentially, might have put a snag into my taking her away to Paris plans ( Read more... )

I'm being lured to the United States. I'm being lured to Sunnydale, California. There isn't much about the United States that I like. Don't get me wrong, I'm Belgian, and French Belgian, not Flemish, and most of the French both in France and in Belgium look at Americans as warlords, but I don't have a problem with that. Hell, I think it's admirable ( Read more... )

A touching moment, it was, just as I had predicted it would be. In the tunnels, outside of the strange house with the scent of Darla, she came, came to us, not so much in harmony ( Read more... )