While he still loathes Charity and the Chancellor, he understands the deck is stacked against him and desire to keep his life is greater than his risk...ng it to lose everything.“He speaks with veracity.” All four speak in perfect synchronization. Her giggles come a moment later at the utter amusement she is having at the consternation of Master Fox-glove. Patches however, just stares with eyes of iridescent fire.The Chancellor declares that there is to be no punishment on Fox-glove carried out –. MondayMark Howell wandered downstairs when the mailman dropped somethingthrough the letterbox. It was a package addressed to a M. Howell."Cool, must be my college ring." He opened it, not one suspecting thatit could possibly be for his annoying older sister. The ring was kindof lame, just a plain silver band, and it looked big enough only for hislittle finger. "Looks like they screwed up the size too." He tried iton anyway. "I can always return it if there's an address." He waswracked. . . its much easier to play with you this way. Ragnar eased a large hand up her skirt, the tear made for easy access. Astrid gasped as he carelessly slid a hand up her smooth thigh, still walking all the while. Astrid did not know what to do. Her whole body tensed at his touch, she felt the need to flee, and yet the feeling of his hands on her bare flesh made her feel too paralyzed to do much of anything. Ragnar smiled, she truly was a virgin. What, doesnt it feel good? He asked with a smile.. “Mmm, can’t--”“Sure ya can B, it’s just like we normally do. Only this time I got proof,” Buffy smacked Faith in the head and pushed her away, but Faith had her back against the crypt wall; hard. “Faith!”“No way B, you got me all worked up. And now you have to finish it,” Faith moved in closer and nuzzled Buffy’s neck. “You want me happy, dontcha B?” She nodded and ran a hand through Faith’s hair, “Than make me happy…”“Are you sure?”“Yes.”“Ok,” Buffy turned the tables on Faith and pushed her.