In short, I was an anachronism. Most of the peoplearound me were dressed in L.L. Bean casual, while Iwas a pink 1950s girl surrounded by the millenniu...m.Only the town, perfectly restored in its brickfacades, was a fitting surrounding for me. Peoplewere beginning to take notice the moment I sat on thebench, and passers-by were very interested in what Iwas doing. The first group of strollers was threeolder women, who had probably grown up in the 1950s.They stopped, lining up to scrutinize my. In the car we again examined the movie schedule. "Last time we did a romantic comedy," I said. "How would you feel about something a little more action-oriented, so that I can feel more manly?"She laughed, and together we picked a buddy comedy with enough action for me and enough humor for her. We went into the theater, and Katherine once again took my hand. This time, I squeezed it lightly and pulled her in a little closer to me as we walked. When we got to the counter, I continued holding her. Like a dog I hopped to it, I'dhave followed her anywhere.I'm John, nearly 26, graduated with a good degree in history two yearsago. Fat good it did me. I'm a little bit slight, about 5'5", and not inparticularly good shape but am slim. Well, up top I am, I have weirdfemale-type hips for some reason with an ass that should belong to acurvy reality star. It's embarrassing but I'm used to it now. I'm shy andnot good with women so have had very few dates. I have a crazily strongsex drive but no. Gaining her feet, Buffy saw the cause of the meadowland demon?s immolation: Willow?s reconnaissance sphere glowed brightly within the vitals of the demon. By chance or design, the ball of light that Willow used to use to communicate with Tara had collided with the demon, setting it ablaze. Buffy watched the fucker burn. Within minutes, the would-be rapist was nothing but a charred heap of burned grass and smoking earth. Buffy scowled at the burning rubbish. ?Loser,? she said.When she was sure.