We will be keeping an eye on you. We’re only six feet away. Have fun, Pippa.’ At that, she walked away, leaving me feeling very vulnerable. Less...than a minute later, Mistress Jackie appeared with the rubber ball-gag that she had used on me earlier. As she attached it to me, forcing my lips and mouth open, she said conspiratorially: ‘This will make sure you don’t have to speak, so that you don’t give yourself away. I’m being kind to you Pippa, really I am.’ With that, she strode off, back to. You were really naughty to drink my blood! " It was you doing the drinking pet!" retorted Spike. Would it work he wondered? It bloody hell had to work. He hadn't 'lived' for a couple hundred years without noticing 'this is a goodbye fuck' look in a female's eyes!She shrugged creamy shoulders. "That's a minor technicality."Then they could feel it. The moon came up. They felt a momentary blackness and then Spike was looking at himself with Buffy's eyes. Spike smiled like a sweet innocent little. Bending down she went to each cage on the bottom row, opened the door, left a bowl of porridge and left the door open. Going back to the bench she Grabbed another four bowls, and fed the girls at the end of Brooklyn's row. She noticed the angry girl hadn't even moved, obviously she didn't expect to get fed. Only one girl got fed on the top row and then she danced over to Brooklyn's cage singing along to the music. Opening the door she smiled and said,"Good morning Pretty. Before I feed you I. Her eyes narrowed. “Told me what?”Another look was shared.“Um, can we have a sec to ... uh ... discuss something? Please?” asked Don.She nodded and began to tap her index finger against her arm.The boys turned back towards the bar. She could hear them whispering, but was unable to make out the words. After a short amount of time, they turned back towards her.“Have you and Will, um, hooked up?” asked Don, apparently now the spokesman of the two.She rolled her eyes. “What does it matter to you?”.