Alex went back into his apartment and closed the balcony door, muffling the music that blared loudly outside. The heat in his apartment was welcoming ...on his half naked skin.So it was the end of the world? Who cared anyway? Not like he had many loved ones to go to. He hardly had friends. All of his friends would be with their wives or girlfriends anyway. All of Alex's family was long gone. His parents had passed away when he was only eight years old, in a car accident. He was raised by his. Melinda shook and pulled at her restraints.Fright locked her throat against words of protest as the neck of the flask was lowered to one of her nipples. Somewhere came the thought that she could not possibly know of this oil unless they had planted it in her mind, its effects just another manufactured reality. Her will already weakened, the thought died seconds after it had formed.A thin stream of oil dribbled onto Melinda's nipple. It tingled and shot tiny bolts of pleasure through her breast.. " Silly! I was talking to Brandy." Well, what kind of fun can she get into that I won't find fun too?" Details, details." Jordan slipped into her room.I grabbed two towels from the linen closet and led Brandy into the guest bathroom. It was formerly a master bath, so it was rather spacious. Brandy dropped her clothes in a pile, and I stripped down, creating a second pile while she ran the shower. I was amused that, once I got my pants off, she stopped everyting she was doing and just stared.. “Yeah, but I don't think I could ever give up the slaying gig. It's way too much fun.”She lifts her hands up off the bed and runs it down her body, stopping at the bandage covering her most recent wound.“Could do without the stab wounds though, it's not exactly the best feeling to get used to. It leads to a lot of scratching.”Buffy's eyes lower at the thought of the scars on Faith's stomach.“You're probably best to stay away from me then. They tend to happen when I'm around.”Faith sits herself.