"Buffy climbed back up and looked in. She saw a beautiful young woman sleeping peacefully in bed - she looked so innocent and vulnerable asleep ther... with her lovely blond hair tousled on her pillow. She looked like an angel. More bloody tears came to Angel's eyes as Buffy headed back to Angel's place. She had to find the spell and switch them back somehow, but it would be difficult - this wasn't her thing. Giles had always handled this part of the job. She hated research.To her. I filled the bowl. Not asking for another but it was at its fullest. i stayed as i was as you carefully took the bowl from between my legs and moved it to the side. There was a round wet mark as well as a small puddle on the wooden flooring. my face was red in shame and i hoped you wouldn’t be too annoyed.“Well clean it up.” i made to stand but you stopped me. “Lick it clean.”i was half standing and froze in shock. i was almost about to question you but managed to stop myself and i could see. I took his elbow as we made our way up the path to the big frontporch. Anyone seeing us walking toward my door in the dying light ofthe spring day would have naturally assumed we were lovers, or wouldshortly be lovers. At that moment, neither Tom nor I knew what wouldhappen, or even what we wanted to happen. Could he get past my non-standard plumbing? Could I?I had fantasized about sex with men, of course. In some of thesefantasies I was worshiped, in others I was used. Sometimes I was. They'd made a good number of friends, who they would spend time with during the weekends of the school year, and they'd become far more involved in school activities than they had in their previous lives. It was a very different experience. One they enjoyed. It felt good to take part in things, instead of sitting on the side and letting things slip by.They'd already made arrangements to stay up at the camp again, with the same rules in place, though everyone was sure that the two of them.