He climbed up beside me and pried my mouth open to remove my makeshift gag and flung it across the room. My mouth was dry and tasted like cotton, but ...e fixed that pretty quickly by leaning down to kiss me. No matter when he kisses me, it never fails to turn me on. But there’s something about tasting my own hot, sticky juices on my lover’s lips that drives me wild. It’s like flipping a switch. From my tethered position, I tried my best to kiss him as hard and as deep as I could, diving my. Better get this over with."What the hell were you thinking?" Buffy asked, tears in her eyes. "You... You could have... If Faith hadn't gotten there when she did... hadn't thought quickly... I... we could have... could have lost you." Like you care." Dawn muttered, but Buffy's Slayer hearing picked it up."How could you say that? Of course I care! You're my s!ster! You're all I have left!" Buffy's tears fell, burning her flesh in anger."Whatever. You're never around. All you ever do is go sle*p. “I am too. I’ve been thinking about this mess all week and, well, I just don’t know what to do,” he admitted to his wife.“We can’t let them see our vulnerability.”“You’re right,” he said and they slipped back into their silent meditation.Helen watched from the front window as Gary and the children left for church. She was putting the last of the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher when the doorbell rang.“Mr. Willet,” she said through the screen door, not allowing him in the house. “Are you going. “Well, no.”“They’d tell you that anything would be all right. If I asked Mr. Watkins if it were all right for you to visit me every afternoon, he’d say that it was fine. He’d say that, and he’d mark me as unfit for my present position, let alone any possible promotion. Anyway...”“Anyway, we’re off to get me my own desk.”“Want to select a dining-room table on this trip, too?” He might as well ask that now. They didn’t have to.“Sure, but the people who’ll be judging it are your friends.”“I have.