He heard Julie answer something, but he was not paying attention to her. His eyes were on the man standing with her.He was tall, wore a van dyke. Some...men use the beard as a mask to hide behind when they know that their expressions would portray the ugliness of their thoughts. Lou put him at about fifty-eight. He was taller than Lou, but not as strong and robust. His skin had the color of a man who had known neither exertion nor toil for a long time. His bearing gave one the sense that that did. I was slightly embarrassed, but deep inside, there was something else. I found myself relishing the times we hugged hello or goodbye, enjoying her scent, the feel of her warm toned body against my arms. Wishing I could... NO! I thought. My god what the hell is wrong with you?!*****One night, she spent the night at my parent's house, and she slept on the guest bedroom. We had to share a bathroom in the hall. I got up in the middle of the night to relieve my self, when I noticed someone was. On that subject I also have about a ton of drawings but no room to make a full version of your tank.Apparently Katy thought that I was too involved in this project 'cause she's been providing visual distraction and impaling herself on the result... ! That is nice, but ... well distracting. Still she says she needs to practice making babies. I told her to sit next to me and make a list of all the words she didn't understand in the description of your ammo since she really is quite smart about. When your daughter's a slayer you wait up a lot. Of course, you and Dawn fighting like two cats in a sack doesn't help." We'll try and keep it down. You get some sleeep and I'll switch you to decaf from now on," She tucked her in, drawing the sheets carefully over her. "I love you, mom."She didn't know why she'd said it but the look Joyce gave her in return seemed to lift her about a foot in the air with happiness. "I love you too, honey."Buffy paused for a moment feeling an overwhelming desire.