Frankly, the whole book seemed written by a pervert.After School walked Buffy, Willow and Cornelia over to Giles house.Xander sat in the TV chair with... his legs crossed. He had dressedhimself in a pair of Giles huge Bermuda shorts, Cornelia made big eyesover the extreme example of bad taste and Willow could not help butgiggle, even she knew better than dress in something like that."Don't you dare walk outside dressed in that," Buffy warned, waving herfinger, her reputation was at stake."I'm not. "I’ll get you next time!" I said, as she charged toward me. Using my kara-te training, I used her momentum to flip her onto her back and jumped on her as she lay on the ground, going for the pin. I leaned all my weight onto her as I tried to grab her arms. Suddenly, her leg caught my ankle, flipping me over as she grabbed both my wrists with one hand. With the other, she held my chest down and easily pinned my shoulders to the mat. I struggled to escape, but her legs formed a scissor hold. ”“Hmmm,” he seemed to muse. “Is what all right? The setting or having your soft ass pressed against my dick?’” As he spoke he reached down, grasped my hand then pulled it back to place over his dick. “Nice, huh?” “Sir, I’m shocked!” I feigned surprise but made no effort to move my hand. Instead of doing the right thing and moving away and remaining loyal to my Mistress I actually grasped his dick. “Cut the act honey,” he responded, pulling me up and spinning me around to face him. “I’ve been on. I knew if I did not close it quickly, the frame would crack and shatter and all the horrors of the outside world would pour in, in one drowning wave.I pushed the frame, inch by inch fighting my way closer to the latch. With one last desperate push, the frame slid into its place. The wind seemed to have accepted its loss - all became quiet and still. I stood steadying my breath, leaning my forehead into the glass separating me from the outside. The raindrops stained the glass - one, two, ten,.