Tears were running from my eyes, and I was in no mood to talk to him. Itold him to get out. I slammed the door shut, and I threw up again inthe toilet...bowl. I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash, and hoped I wouldstop throwing up. It seemed to work and twenty minutes later, my stomachwas finally getting better. I walked out of the bathroom, and Jack wasstanding outside talking on the phone."Yes, Dr Yen. Thank you. Sorry to bother you so early in the morningagain." Jack said.I ran to Jack, and hugged. Rip Van Winkle. Twelve months. Nightmares," Faith managed to sum up."It's all true. Except for the "I loved you" bit. I still love you. Never stopped." Stop," Faith said, closing her eyes. "You don't get to love me. You had that chance before Finch. Not anymore. You had from the time I met you to the time I killed a human being to love me. Anytime in there somewhere, we could have lived happily ever after. Not now. Now, it's too late."Faith's words cut like knives, cutting deep into Buffy, each. “I can’t be responsible for making you walk around with that for the rest of your life.”It was only when Rob himself had intervened, using Amber’s twitter account to get the artist his ex-wife back (and giving her a perpetual hunger for his cum) that he’d given in.The tattoo had taken almost twenty hours straight, and so when Annie had returned home, she certainly hadn’t expected the reception that was waiting for her... “Surprise!” her father had called, before his jaw had dropped in awe at. At some point that evening, I decided that Maria would be the slave that I put in charge of my personal hygiene. I think it was the sight of the smooth golden brown taut skin on her well rounded and muscled ass high in the air and her huge tits flat on the ground as she went down on her hands and knees to lick my feet and toes that was the deciding factor.When she was done, Maria worked me over with a soapy sponge and rinsed me again then she stepped outside the shower and towelled us both off..