The nipples would jutt outwards… there would be wisps of pubic hair, peaking out from underneath your panty… in all the perfect impression of a wi...d untamed spirit encased in an exquisitely civilized body. And when you come back home, I would be hungrily kissing you all the way from the main door of the house, across the drive to your flat. By the time we reach your flat, I can sure you that you would be having a swollen upper lip. Once we are inside your flat, you would be expecting me to. You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the keyword.Marching in during. You really caught me off guard now. Does Buffy know?" No, unless you go and tell her." I wouldn't do that." Thanks." You do realize I can't be with you, right?" You can. You don't want…" I'd rather not to talk about what I want, right now." Why?" she asked faking an innocent voice and placing her right hand in Faith's thigh."Look, we can't talk about this right now. We'll go to my room ok? And there we can discuss it."After a while the two of them finished their ice cream, Faith paid the check,. Michelle was standing before him, smiling at him."Hey, Pancake," he grinned at her. The two of them had gone to the same elementary school, and had even been in the same play together where Michelle had played Princess Pancake. It was a silly play about how a magical kingdom made of the four food groups was rescued against dastardly desserts. Shakespeare it wasn't, but to a group of 10 year olds wearing costumes it was near Broadway.She gave him a rap on the head, though not a hard one. "Well,.