It’s not anything you’ve done or said. There are no marks on me exposing a wound. There is just emotion. “Please talk to me, what did I do?” ...With tears in my eyes all I can do is press my head against your chest. “…hold me” is all I can mutter as tears start to leave their wet trail down my cheeks. “Oh, Michelle, I’m so sorry, please talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” I say nothing; just press myself against you keeping my arms pulled tight up against my chest, almost as if it’s a wedge. "Fanged git." He said."Nearly ripped me in half before i'd even laid hands on im!" This is Spike." Angel said. "Hello,sweet thing." Spike said, giving Max's body a long, sweeping glance."Careful Spike, this one'll kill you given the chance!" Bane laughed."Careful, I might have to take you up on that offer. Been awhile since I had a good tumble."Spike replied, with a wry look at Max."Come to think of it, I may have heard of you, Angel."Max said, ignoring Spike. "Not long ago, a bunch of people. For those that have written me previously and didn’t get a response or we lost touch, you are welcome to write again. In hindsight, I should have kept her for myself. Or at least gotten some use out of her before I handed her to him on a silver platter. Ah but hindsight is often 20/20, and I just didn’t see the potential at the time. She was another young newbie after all, and I, an experienced Master, and user of women, had no great interest in another untrained cunt who thought she was. I go to Diane's to meet with the guys. We go to the movies first, then to dinner is the plan. While we are waiting for the guys to come over and pick us up, Diane is telling me to behave myself. He's a good church boy, probably a virgin still, like his brother. I laughed at her and said she forgot he was in college. Diane told me he went to an all boys college.They guys came and got us. We went to the movie, some horror flick. Diane and Jim were close, holding hands. Jason had his arm.