The party was her usual banal mix of arrogance, self-importance, ignorance and egotistical patronisation: the plastic surgeon and his wife, the four C...Os, the dozen city workers and managers. They all relished the exclusivity of Little Heywood, and that they were miles away from "the plebs." I hated them, but the vol-au-vents were lovely (as always) and I was given a glass of some ludicrously expensive champagne that I decided would be rude to refuse!I did find another "normal" person: when. Just as I arrived at her stool her friend call her to help out and she said to me, Richard I’ll be back let me just help Sue grab a drink, just mingle. I stood at her stool and as I did I turned and saw the three young black guys chatting and having a laugh, then I could hear one say to the others, yeh she’s the hot babe of the gym, I train her five mornings a week, her old mans got a big job in the city and she’s has everything she wants, as I stopped to listen in, one of the other guys said,. I placed the plate on the tray, and checked the time. I had a few minutes before I needed to start toasting the bagel, so I decided to look for the cream cheese one more time. I couldn’t find it so I took the jelly and placed it on the tray as well. At 5 minutes till 10 I started toasting the bagel. While the bagel was toasting I got the juice and bowl of fruit and placed them on the tray. As the bagel popped out of the toaster, I quickly buttered each half and placed them together on and. Faith couldn’t look.And she couldn’t look away.So she fucked Wood.She came close to fucking Spike.And she’d probably have fucked Xander if the demon chick hadn’t snatched him up for one last slap and tickle before the big apocalyptic throw-down. She stayed away because she knew that the instant she gave in, that first press of those sweet, fuckable lips against her own, and she’d be lost.And Faith couldn’t get lost.Not Faith.She was a slayer. She was invincible.She wasn’t made for that sort of.