"So you can see how slutty you look."Claire nodded, humming in agreement."There's no reason to be selfish though. I think other people would like to s...ee what a slut you are too. Why don't you go outside and show your slutty little outfit off to the world, my pet?"Go outside? thought Claire. She was tethered to the wall. She couldn't even reach the hall, let alone walk down the stairs and out of the villa, onto the street. Wondering how she could possibly leave the room, she stared idly into. So, in a split-second I had jumped, nay ? catapulted myself to the conclusion that someone was trying to break into the stout back door of our suburban English home. Not an unheard-of situation, I'll grant, but nevertheless an unlikely one. It took me about thirty seconds to confirm my suspicion. By closing my eyes and concentrating I heard, and almost felt, the movement of the door below me ? my room being located above the kitchen and my headboard touching the same wall in which the door. .No the belt was buckled. but the pants had fallen anyway. The shirt hunglike a tent, and the room seemed bigger as he waddled in, holding up hispants desperately. He got to the sink, but he was looking up at it insteadof down. The handle even with his head. He grabbed it, but he had to reachup. Still he persevered, pulling the four foot tall can of spray out,trying to lift a lid the size of a manhole cover off it.Suddenly they descended, and this time he felt hands grabbing his arms,others. I'm not the "talk about your feelings" type, B." Then just this once. Please. Tell me what you're talking about. How do I hurt you?"Faith hesitated."Please?" Buffy said again, putting her hand on Faith's shoulder, and her breath caught at the contact, which did not go unnoticed by Buffy."I won't hurt you," Buffy said reassuringly."I... I know you won't mean to. But you will, anyway. Not physically. It'll be worse than that. I couldn't handle the rejection, Buffy," Faith stopped talking.