I didn’t usually bother doing things which would result in a headache.I was concentrating so hard on seeing her, I wasn’t actually noticing what s...e was doing. So when she snapped at me, “What are you staring at?” I hadn’t noticed she was looking at me, and had walked up to me.“You have no future.” Was my unguarded answer. Usually I don’t speak "off the cuff”, so to speak. I’ll have rehearsed what I’m going to say, seen the result and made changes as necessary. Words are a powerful way to. She follows suit and walks up to him, her free hand caressing his trousers. The bulge in his pants responds immediately to her touch, and he puts down his glass. His hands go to her face, where he plants a wet kiss, his tongue worming into her mouth. She responds, kissing him back, their tongues fencing in each others mouths. Her hand grips his manhood, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants, feeling him stiffen.Breaking the kiss, she looks down at his pants as she unfastens his belt,. They change in the lighting. My hair is cut in the shape of a cut dick head, not on purpose&hellip,I just noticed it after a while. Its a popular hairstyle now. It makes me twice the man lets say. Im so weird ha-ha. I dress up really preppy with a nice shirt buttoned up to mid chest with a well matching shirt under it. Style is very important where I come from, and also putting on the impression that you are rich. I mean I do come from an upper-middle-class family, but with the stock market how. Then, figures, I pick up yet another girl who looks almost exactly like her. Get the hell outta my head, B!"Okay, I think you should leave now." Faith said casually, not betraying what was going on in her mind.The blonde scoffed. "So what, that's it? Just get some, then get gone?"Faith smirked, remembering her motto before she'd met Buffy. It had been a lifetime ago since she'd first met Buffy Summers. Ten years, in fact. Ten years tomorrow. Faith had counted every single day since she'd met.