I was too tired to realize my love life had been neglected until one Wednesday evening. I had eaten and gone to bed about 9:00 P.M., and slept soundly...until I was gradually awakened by a feeling of being watched. As I came awake and sat up, I was startled to see the figure of a woman seated in the chair across from my bed. Yhe familiar smell of Rothmann 120s told me it was Gloria, but she looked different. "Is that you?", I asked. She rose from the chair and walked closer to my bed, standing in. Fear races through me as I try to remember what happened, but the last day is a blur. I almost begin to thrash in my chains when a small light flickers on a little ways from me...A woman is on a TV screen. She is in all black robes, and her bright red hair hangs down the cracked yellow mask she wears. A dark purple smile, thinly drawn, crosses the mask at an odd angle. I hear another chain rattle in the room, and realize I am not alone. I can't see anything but the TV, and before I can call. He probably thought she'd hit him back. ‘Freddie Benson just hit me.’She stepped closer. Freddie seemingly wanted to step back, but controlled the urge. His stream of words slowed, before stopping altogether. She hadn't been listening anyway. She continued stepping closer, until her chest was touching his. The invasion of his personal space made him nervous, but he didn't step back. For a moment, the room was completely silent. Then Sam spoke."You punched me."He started talking again, but she. That one even brought a red tinge to Faith's face, and Xander dragged a now very confused Anya out the front door with his hand over her mouth to stifle any complaints or inquiries.And now the visual came to mind. The very nice, very arousing visual."Sounds good to me." Faith joked, quiet enough that only we could actually hear what she said, but everyone else could tell by the movement of her lips what she said, based on the context.That's when I got up off the ground. Faith stood up soon.