If it weren't for Madam Martinique being right behind me to catchme, I probably would have been hurting pretty bad.As the head mistress helped me back...onto my feet, Tod came back out intothe hall, looking both worried and sheepish. "Oh god, I'm sorry forgoing so fast. You okay, Billie?"I did my best to straighten out the skirt of my sisters dress until ithung down loosely around my knees again."Yeah, I'll be okay. I'm mostlymore embarrassed than anything else."Madam Martinique stood between us. I find myself at the closet. Pulling clean towels and robes out… leaving them out on the bench. Returning to my station, taking a moment to rest, maybe enjoy a cold O. J… watching the crowd… waiting. Then the door opens, and the room cries out for my baby. Sauntering in, men and women flock to her side, wanting desperately to run over myself, knowing that I can’t, only allowed a simple greeting. But we both exchange a knowing glance, one of longing, of desire. Effortlessly mixing her favorite. In the quiet of the library he could hear how her breathing had changed, had become faster and more shallow and Giles was versed enough in the cues of excitement to realize that she was getting at least as much out of this as he was. Perhaps more, he thought as he saw her eyelids flutter half-shut when he began to run his hands up and down her sides. He hadn't even consciously meant to, just started doing it out of... what? Habit? He'd never done this to Buffy, although having a woman. Two girls from my school were walking towards us on the sidewalk in front of the snow ball stand. I saw them looking at me and grinning, whispering in each others ears. I flushed red and kept walking."Hey Molly," one of them said in a singsong voice as she passed us. It was Audrey Blair, one of the more popular girls in school. Her dad owned the lumber yard just out of town. She had never said hi to me before in school or anywhere else. She and her friends with their perfectly matched clothing,.