Truth or dare and spin the bottle and whatever."Oh, let's pretend were young again and play spin the bottle!" Natalie begged."What do you mean? Young ...gain? You're only twenty-seven, woman. That's not old!" Oh, you know what I mean. Young and silly! I miss being silly." Oh yes. And the dreams," Angie chimed in."And adolescent dreams of girls. No thank you. I'm happy as I am," I said with a laugh."Oh do you remember how frustrating it was when you didn't score," Fred added."Don't remind me." You. There were no other houses on the street so I walked up to the side of the house. There’s no windows on that side so I knew that They wouldn’t be able to see me. As I stood by the house , I was just outside the front bedroom, which has windows facing the front, that were open, and I could hear their voices. Jeff was telling her how much he loved fucking her in the hottub the night of the party. I heard Pam tell him that she loved how his big cock felt inside of her. I heard him tell her that. I wasn't planning to get banged by him; I'd always thought he was too old, though I guess he's hot if you were a Mom or middle-aged spinster. But he'd got a new delivery of mystic books in to replace his library which had gone kaput with Sunnydale and as I was at a loose end Buffy had volunteered me to help him sort it. He sweetened the deal with twenty dollars and I was in.We spent the afternoon unpacking the books, with me (mis)pronouncing the Latin titles and him writing notes in his pad and. The grey hair suited him. It made him look more distinguished.“Hi, Chloe.” His voice was like butter and she could feel herself melting. “I’ve got a little concept going for the next album cover and I was hoping you’d be a part of it. I want to photograph your face.” He reached out and traced his fingers along her cheek. Her mouth opened and a sigh escaped.“I want to capture your beauty.” He gazed into her eyes. The pupils of his big brown eyes seemed to grow and she imagined drowning in.