“What’s wrong?” Fergie asked.“Nothing.”“You think about it, okay, luv?” he said to her.“Mm, okay, sure.”He bent down and kissed her ...ne last time, his flaccid cock shrinking away, disappointment in his face. The ghost was starting to dissipate. Fritz was losing more of his fur as his human form returned. She wondered where Orkin was to sweep up more of the hair.She exhaled and started looking frantically through the blankets and the floor for the necklace.Fritz was getting up and talking to. Classy, thrifty, cute.Julia looked over at her own shopping cart (because comparing the contents of our shopping carts to others’ is of course what one does in a grocery store). Similarly common stuff, just less of it, and less classy. Paper towels. Vegetables. Fruit. Hummus. Rosé. Oh my God, Julia thought, I’m so bach-ing it.“I’m looking for ice cream,” said the man, his voice that low roll. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt and jeans. Middle-aged; tall, broad shoulders, face slightly chiseled,. A tall ... well built black, young man and at 24 his wisdom seemed way beyond his years. At my first training session I had such a good time I was already looking forward to my next visit. Robert is an excellent trainer and knows how to get me to go further than I would ever on my own.Over the next few weeks our daily sessions got me in the best shape I've been in since my twenties. His humor and incredible wit has had me blushing more than once and on several occasions his touch seemed to mean. Fuck. I go out to pick up some random girl, fuck her senseless, just so I can forget about B for an hour. 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.