Daryl was a little below mediumheight, thin with stringy blonde hair. He told John that he worked onthe janitorial staff at Miskatonic University."Som...e of the shit they do there, man." Daryl shook his head. "Weirdshit, like stuff with deformed animals. And one time, I swear this is nofucking joke, man, I was cleaning a lab, and they had a dog on a table.It was like dead, you know? All cut open, pieces everywhere. And I wascleaning the lab the next day, and what do you fucking think? That dogwas. Sure it was one of her biggest fantasies, maybe her biggest, but it was also her most shameful fantasy. She was a Slayer. Technically she was the Slayer. The chosen one. The one girl in all the world who had the power to fight the vampires, Demons and the f*rces of darkness. Just because Xander apparently had magic breath or something which resulted in another Slayer wandering around shouldn't, and in Faith's mind didn't, devalue the fact that she was the ultimate ass kicker for the f*rces of. We got into the elevator, and heturned me towards him, as the doors closed. He pulled me close to himand started to kiss me somewhat passionately. My knees began to weaken,and don't you know, the elevator slowed to a stop at the 15th floor.Unfortunately we had to stop kissing, and just then the doors openedand who should get in but those 2 college kids that Sandy and I had metup with in the elevator yesterday. Their eyes about bugged out of theirheads when they saw me, and I just put my arm. He would have to go shopping, with his mother, for new clothes and shoes. This of course makes for a prolonged shopping trip. Unlike other boys his age, he knew that he wouldn't be buying the type of clothes that his peers would typically choose. No, he wanted to be different, but in a slightly more mature way. He wanted to stand out as a positive role-model. He was fortunate in that he had a pair of board-shorts and a tee that fit, but only because they'd been to large before the attack. For.