“Oh Little One, you are so fucking sexy lying there. Oh so vulnerable for the taking. Do your nipples hurt? Is your clit engorged? Are you wet like ... good Little One?”I wasn’t sure whether or not to answer. I muttered, “I am very wet, Sir.”With that I got a nice reward. He kissed my neck, my nose and then my mouth. Sensual kisses, loving kisses, nice, French kisses. He was a great kisser. I was getting hotter by the second. He stopped kissing me and I heard a drawer open again – then I heard. It was such a feeling of intimacy that I knew that no one before had ever been this complete. There was nothing for each of us to hide, we instantly knew all there was to know about the others. Their beauty shone around me so brilliantly and I was around them too. I saw what Mab had meant when she spoke of how the Sidhe saw beauty in terms of a person's character. Here we saw each other's souls. I slid my arms around the forms of the two girls and pulled us all together. Life was suddenly very. ’ ‘She did?’ his wife asked. Greg nodded. ‘Yeah, she sure did,’ he continued. ‘Thing was, everybody but Uncle John knew it, I think. I can even remember my Mom commenting on it.’ ‘Didn’t that bother your Aunt Marian?’ Abby asked. ‘How did she like it that a girl had such an obvious crush on her husband?’ ‘You had to know Aunt Marian and Uncle John,’ Greg said. ‘Neither of them ever doubted the other. Actually, Aunt Marian treated Gail the same way she treated me.’ He smiled and shook his head.. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. But the question on Buffy's mind isn't who the victim is, or who it was that dug the knife into the victim's stomach. It's a much more important question that needs answering. “You know...” Buffy turns her head to see Xander standing next to her suddenly. “Maybe it's different here in Scotland, but I'm fairly certain that back in the U.S. of A where you were born, it was customary when visiting a hospital patient to actually go inside and visit with them.” Buffy.