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Change of Season	By : wright99 Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 8857 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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- 26
Title: Change of Seasons, Part 24

Disclaimer: Joss owns all.

Primary Pairing Joyce/Faith

Rating: Nc17

A/N:there will be Hetero sex and incest

1

Willow picks herself off the ground, letting out a disgusted breath. She's in the little grass alley separating the gym from the locker rooms, and right now, she's feeling, as she would put it, pretty damned stupid, mister.
Brushing herself off, she turns when she hears a loud commotion, and then the bang as the gym doors burst open. Through the gym doors comes Faith, being 'escorted' by a group of tall basketball types. It doesn't look voluntary.
"Get your big mitts off me, you creeps!" Faith yells, feeling herself being shoved along. "I'm going, I'm� Oooooh crap!"
Faith finds herself flying through the air, courtesy of the Sunnydale High Varsity basketball team. She lands, face first, not all that far from Willow.
"And stay out, bitch!" One of team members, Judd Torgensen, the team captain growled. "We don't like you comin' around hassling our players."
"Well, hey! Maybe I don't like one of you jerks�" But she's talking to air, as the 'boys' have gone back inside, closing the doors behind them. "Yeah, that's right, run you jerks! Think that's gonna stop me! Hell no!" Faith makes as if to start towards the gym again, but Willow steps in front of her. "Hey, move it, Red!"
"Faith, knock it off. It's over," Willow says, not moving a millimeter. "It's over. We tried, but it's over."
"The hell it is," Faith tries to maneuver around Willow, but she moves right along with Faith. "Those overfed, over-muscled jocks gotta learn some respect�"
"And you're gonna teach them? They all stand nearly a foot taller than you do, Faith. Never mind they could probably bench press you without breaking a sweat. Just get over it, ok?"
"Get over it? That� that little twerp pretty much called Buffy a slut� said she'd �" Faith shakes her head, not wanting to repeat the comment. " Just move, ok? I'll take care of it. You might not give a shit but�"
"HEY!" Willow grabs Faith, shaking her. "I so do care! I want to bust that ugly prick in the mouth. But I'm not stupid enough to actually do it. Think I wanna go to jail for assault? Do you? Cuz, you know they're gonna say you started it�" Willow stares into her eye. "And you're an adult. You know what they'll do if you even manage to get a swing in. Just chill!"
For a moment, Faith looks as if she's going to deck Willow and walk right over her to get into the gym. She's all fire and fury. Then she breaks away, and turns away.
"Shit," Faith grumbles, kicking at the grass in frustration. "She doesn't deserve that. She's a pain in the ass , yeah. But she doesn't deserve to be called a slutty cock sucking whore�" She throws an evil glance at the gym, her lip curling. "Stupid, ass-wiping jocks. God, I wish I were in Boston. Get my brother's together and teach those jerks a few life lessons�"
"Well, we're not in Boston, we're here, and pretty much, those jerks are fawned on and spoiled� and you getting all bent isn't gonna help anything, you know? " Willow shakes her head. "You really have to learn to control that temper, Faith. Or maybe you want Joyce to have to visit you in jail?"
"Alright, alright. I'm cool, ok? Not my mom, Red, so just shut up!"
"Fine, whatever," Willow says, impatiently. "I didn't want to be here, anyway. Pretty stupid idea�" Willow starts to walk off. "Seeya."
"Well, hey!" Faith hustles to catch up with her. "you didn't think it was so stupid when I told ya about it."
"Yeah I did!"
"You came along�"
"Well, shoot, I wanted to know, you know? I mean if Brad Johnson was Buffy's baby's father� and I kind of expected you not to go all nuclear at the drop of a hat� you wonder why they got pissed? Ever even hear of diplomacy, Faith? Especially when you're dropping a bomb on somebody?"
"The little�ok, not so little� weasel was denying it. What? I'm supposed to serve him tea and cookies?"
"Yeah, cuz yelling at the top of your lungs and calling him names? That worked so well�"
"You could've helped�"
"You were swearing so good on your own. You didn't need my help!" Willow blows out a breath. "You kiss your mom with that mouth?"
"Hey, leave my mom outta this," Faith snaps. "The point is, that prick was calling Buffy names�"
"Well, again, what did you expect? You just bull in there�"
"Ok, Red, you're so fucking smart. Tell me," Faith gets ahead of her, stopping her. "you're so smart. What should we do?"
"Nothing."
"Huh?" Faith frowns," well, that's real proactive there, girl. That's really gonna get it done."

"There's nothing to get done. I believe him."
"You believe that lying, foul mouthed �"
"Foul mouth, yeah. Lying? No�" Willow puts her hands on her hips. "Look, Faith, I know you think you know everything, but you don't. I've known Brad Johnson for a long time. Believe it or not, he can't lie�"
"Oh yeah, sure�" Faith makes a face.
"I'm not kidding. I'm not saying he's an angel, or that he can't say something that's false, but he can't get away with it. He starts to sweat, and stammer� frankly, he's like a 5 year old when it comes to lying. I watched him as you grilled him, and much as I hate to say it, he wasn't lying�"
"Maybe he got better at it�"
Willow just gives her a look.
"Ok, ok. You could've told me, at least."
"I tried. But were you listening� to anything? Not really. No, you had your agenda and your temper and damn you were gonna get him to admit it, even if he didn't do it!" Willow arches a brow. "Stubborn, much?"

"Look, I just wanna find the creep that did this to Buffy. Sorry if I get passionate, but I don't think that Buffy should be stuck being a mom without any help at all, you know? Takes two to make a baby. She made a mistake, but she wasn't the only one� she shouldn't be having to give up her life while some asshole gets off Scot free."
"Maybe she doesn't have to give up her life�"
"What're you talking about. She's gonna have a baby, Willow. Pretty much, that takes up your life for the next oh couple of decades�"
"There are other options�"
"Are you talking abortion?" Faith frowns.
"That's an option�" Willow sees her face. "Look , Faith, whatever you feel about it, it's out there. Buffy has to choose�it's her life."
"That doesn't mean she gets to throw away her baby's life, does it?" Faith shakes her head. "That's wrong� and I think Joyce would agree."
"It's not your choice, nor Joyce's choice. I respect that, and you can tell Buffy whatever you think. But it's her choice to make, Faith. Not yours, not her mom's"
"That doesn't make it right," Faith purses her lips. "Don't even try that moral relativism crapolla on me, ok? Right's right, and wrong's wrong. And abortion is just wrong. Tell me how it's right to end that baby's life, just cause it's inconvenient? How is that a choice? Does the kid get a choice?" Faith looks at her, head cocked. "C'mon, Red, you're so smart. Tell me." She waits for a beat or two. "What's wrong, you got awful quiet all of a sudden. Listen to me. Buffy had sex. She knew the consequences, but she went ahead and did it. So, she has to pay the piper now�"
"That's real rich, coming from you, Faith. So, you ever gonna have a baby you don't plan on having?" Willow stares back at her. "Didn't think so� but tell me, what happens if you get raped? And for some reason, you get pregnant. Still gonna be so 'sanguine' about right and wrong, knowing that's your rapist's child in growing in you? Or, let's just suppose, your father�"
"Whoa up girl!" Faith turns brick red. "Don't even go there! My da would never do something like that�"
"Not saying he would. But what if, Faith? What then? Should you still have the baby? You might, cuz how you believe. And I'd respect that. But it shouldn't be forced on you by someone else. It should be your choice. Not your mom's, or somebody else's. It should be YOURS!"
"Lot's of what ifs or this or that crap. But let's get back to real, can we? Buffy boinked some kid, don't know why, but it happened, and now she's pregnant. Her choice. There's lots of way to keep it from happening, but I guess she just didn't think of that, did she? So, I'm not thinking she got raped, by her dad or anyone else. So, I really don't think killing the kid is the right thing to do. I don't care what you say, I don't, and I won't!"
"I get it, Faith, I really do," Willow puts a hand on her shoulder. "And I'm not all hot on abortion, either. But it's not my choice or yours to make. It's Buffy's, ok? And anyway, that's not the only choice. She could put the baby up for adoption. Lots of couples love to have a baby�"
"Don't think so," Faith shakes her head. "Once Joyce knows about this kid, no way she's gonna let her grandkid be adopted�"
"So, what your saying is Buffy has no choice?"
"Buffy made her choice when she had sex without any protections�"
"Kinda harsh, don't you think? I mean, if Buffy had gotten HIV instead of pregnant, you'd say she had it coming, cuz she made a mistake?"
"Ok, now that's just stupid. Of course not, but if she did, she'd still have to pay the consequences, wouldn't she? Facts wouldn't change, would they? She'd still have the disease�" Faith makes a noise. "We're in fucking Fantasy land again. Buffy's pregnant, she doesn't have AIDS or nothing. This isn't that� and her mom and me will be there for her� help her�"
"Oh, so, you're going to carry the baby for her? Get the morning sickness, and the hemorrhoids and blow up like a balloon, oh and the hormones, and incontinence and the pain? Oh, and having the child? Who's taking that pain? And I guess, well, she just better get used to giving up any dreams she had, because probably she won't be going to college now, or have a career or anything, cuz you think she should 'pay the consequences'. Nice, coming from you."
"What's this 'coming from you' crap?" Faith glares at her. "You're a lesbian too, Willow. You're not having kids unless you choose, so get off your high horse, ok?"
"I'm not forcing Buffy to bend to my beliefs, either, am I?"
"WELL, NEITHER AM I!" Faith yells at her, throwing up her hands, frustrated. "Shit, I mean� shit� goddamn it I know it's her choice, ok? Just, don't expect me not to say what I think cuz I'm gonna! God, would you get off my fucking back, already!" Faith stalks away, angrily. She stands huddled, arms across her chest, turned away.
Willow stands looking at her, a little startled by her vehemence. She walks over, but refrains from touching Faith.
"I'm sorry, I didn't� you really care about her, don't you?"
"Yeah, so?" Faith snaps, not looking at her. Then the tension drains a little from her shoulders. "Look, I'll stand by her, whatever she decides to do, ok? I'll do that, cuz I do care about her. What about you?" She looks over her shoulder. " If she decides to keep the kid, raise it?"
"It's her choice, and I'll � I'll be her friend, no matter what�"
Something in Willow's tone catches Faith's ear. She looks at her out of the corner of her eye.
"Hmmm," is all she says.
"What?" Willow misunderstands. "Hey, I care about Buffy, ok? She's my friend. Of course I'm gonna be there if she needs me!"
"Never said you weren�t, Red," A little grin pulls at Faith's mouth. "So, when did you know?"
"Know?" Willow is confused. "About Buffy? Her being pregnant? Not long� not more than a week, maybe�"
"When did you know you'd fallen for her, Red?"
"What?" Willow makes an irritated face. "Get real, ok? It�s not like that at all. We're just friends�" She nods, rolling her eyes. "You mean that crap going around school? That's all Cordelia's little revenge crap. It's not anything�"
"Cordelia. Yeah, there's a real �" She doesn't finish. "But I'm thinking, not all of that rumor is all wrong�"
"Get bent, Faith. God your full of it. Just cuz Buffy's a friend and a girl, doesn't make her my girlfriend, ok? It's not like that. We're just friends, get it?"
"Ok, if you say so," Faith shrugs her shoulders. She turns to face Willow, not completely successful in hiding her grin.
"Look, Buffy is a class A homophobe. The idea of it makes her� crazy. I mean, when I first told her, she practically stampeded the Bronze trying to get the heck away from me. So, I don't know what the heck you're thinking, missy, but I'd take another think there, ok?"
"No arguments here, Red," Faith nods. "Though, she was ok with me and her mom being together. Weird, huh?"
"Huh? You told her?" Willow's eyes go wide. "When?"
"Last weekend, matter of fact. She � was casual."
"Yeah, well� good, I'm glad to hear it. Still, the idea of her� being with another girl. Trust me, major wig out time. And hey, my number one rule? Don't date the straight ones. And anyway, I don't feel for her like that� and she's kinda with Oz now�"
"Oz?"
"Her boyfriend. Daniel Osborne� anyway, you're crazy if you think there's anything more than friendship between us because, well, that's just not gonna happen, and did I mention? I don't date straight girls? I mean I don't make them prove their gay, but I mean, I don't come on to girls I know are like straight, and anyway Buffy's not my type, you know? So �"
"Whoa!" Faith puts up a hand. "Really, ok, I said, I believe you, ok?"
"Ok," Willow subsides. She makes a noise. "� because, the idea of me and Buffy, well that's just too insane to even�"
"STOP!"
"Uh� ok�" Willow really stops this time.
They stand there for a little while, neither speaking.
"So. We're done here, then?" Willow finally breaks the silence.
"Yeah."
"Good, cuz, really, I got stuff I gotta do�" Willow trails off, nodding her head towards the street.

"Right, well�thanks, I guess�" Faith starts towards the school exit.
Willow breaks away, feeling a little confused at the moment. She makes her own way towards the gate, away from Faith.
"Oh, uhhh� Red?"
Dammit, would she just let it go?
" Look, I told you, I�"
"I just wanted to say� I'm glad Buffy has a friend like you. I think she needs somebody like you in her life, ok?"
Willow stands there, not exactly sure how to take that.
"Like me?"
"Yeah, a friend. Somebody she can talk to, that's not family. You know?"
"Oh. Yeah." Willow can't help the blush that colors her cheeks. "Thanks."
She turns and goes, more confused than ever.
Faith watches her go, and smirks.
"Oh yeah," She mutters to herself. "Nothing there, uh-uh."
Chuckling to herself, she heads towards the gate.

2

Buffy sits quietly at the Espresso Pump, staring into her cup of Mocha, running her finger along its edge. She's waiting for Oz to show up, and he's a little late. She's growing a little impatient.
Where is he, anyway? She thinks, then almost has to laugh at herself. Gosh, Buffy, jealous much?
But truth be told, Buffy is a little jealous. She's jealous of any time that Oz isn't with her. Ok, like, falling for this guy, or what, Buffy?
She thinks about that for a moment.
Oz wasn't like any other guy she ever thought she was 'in love' with before.
No one would mistake him for handsome. Cute, he's definitely cute� but not physically cute. It's his personality, the thing that makes him Oz that makes him cute. Buffy, like any girl her age, has always been attracted to cute guys. That is, handsome guys. Oz isn't by any stretch handsome.
His nose was a little too big for his face. And his chin was narrow, almost pointy. And his ears were definitely pointy. And his smile was crooked. He looked a little bit like a demented elf. Especially when he wears his hair spiky and multicolored, she thought to herself.
But his eyes� she almost sighs that out� are gorgeous. Blue green, and when they look at me, and I see that look he gives me� she lets out a huge sigh that time. He makes her feel gorgeous. Which makes him totally gorgeous, in her eyes.
He's still not much for talking, and she's beginning to realize it's not just shyness. I think they invented laconic to define him, she giggled to herself. But even so, when he spoke, it meant something. So unlike the jocks I've dated and have said all too much about absolutely nothing! And despite his veneer of indifference, she's more than once caught a glimpse of his passion.
She's learned that he's smart. Not just on music, which she expected, but on everything. God, he's totally smart. Wicked smart. God, Willow smart! Get them into a conversation about something they're passionate about, and duck, because it gets totally intense. And, do I feel dumb with them? Well, duh�
He never makes me feel dumb, though, she thinks, smiling. He listens to me. I mean, really listens. I mean, when has any guy I've dated really listen to me? Never, that's for sure. But he listens, and his comments are so on point, and to it I feel� he makes me feel� special� and she feels a warmth suffuse throughout her body. Oh yeah, he does�
"Hey"
Buffy looks up, a little startled, and consternated, realizing he's walked right up to her and she didn't even notice. She feels her cheeks grow pink, and she also feels her throat get suddenly dry and her heart skip a beat.
Gawd, how does he do that?
"Hey, yourself," She croaks out, then clears her throat. "You're late!"
"Yeah, sorry," He sits down at the table next to her, "Devon. He got to talking, and wouldn't stop. I don't think he gets the idea of shut up." He half grinned at her.
"It's ok, " Buffy says, unconsciously imitating him. "No big. I just thought you might've forgotten�"
"A date with you?" Oz smiles on of his becoming-less-rare smiles.
That doesn't make her heart flutter any less.
"Not likely," he concludes, sipping his coffee.
"Is that what this is?" She asks coyly, sipping her now cooled coffee. Uck, she thinks, but sips it nonetheless. " A date?"
"I dunno," He shrugs. There's a pause. "Not a date, date, I guess." He looks at her intently. "Do you want it to be?"
She lowers her eyelids, feeling suddenly shy.
"I guess I'm asking, are we dating?" Her voice is soft.
He smiles again; a little surprised, and a lot pleased.
"Do you want to be dating?"
"I'd like that, yeah," She says, her voice even softer. Her hand reaches over and touches his. "You?"
He looks down at her hand, then up with his intense blue-eyed gaze. "Yeah. I'd like that. A lot."
Without thought, or willing it, their heads come together, and they touch lips, briefly.
Buffy is finding it hard to breath. She leans out, and whooshes out a breath.
"When?" She asks, when recovered.
"When?" He echoes, a little confused. The brief kiss kind of knocked his thinking off line.
"A date? Me and you?"
"Right," Oz feels like kicking self. Well, duh! He makes a face. "We're booked out of town this weekend�"
Buffy's face falls.
"But � we're dark next weekend. No gigs."
The light comes back on in Buffy's face.
"Next Saturday, then?" She asks. "I mean, if you're not busy�"

"Gee, dunno� I'll have to ask my girlfriend�" He smiles.
Girlfriend? He's got a girlfriend? Buffy's green eyed monster goes into overdrive until it suddenly hits her.
He means her.
"Girlfriend?" She almost turns into a puddle right there. "You mean, me?"
"Oh. Too fast." Oz misunderstands. "Look, I didn't mean to�"
He's cut off when Buffy leans in and gives him a proper kiss.
"Wow." Yet another smile. Three in 5 minutes. A record.
"Yeah, wow."
"So, you're ok with it then? Being my girlfriend?"
She looks at him, surprised. "You have to ask?" She leans over the table, and grabbing him by the lapels, kisses him again.
Oz, his brain whacked by the sudden infusion of Buffy kissing, finally settles his hands on her shoulders. When the kiss breaks, his face, normally unreadable, looks bewildered.

"I'm taking that as a yes? You're ok with it?"
"Well, duh!" She mocks him lightly. "Exactly how many times do I have to kiss you to get the point across, Mr. Osborne?"
Oz, still befuddled, thinks about it.
"One more?"
So, she does.

3

"Gaaah!"
Much later that night; as a matter of fact, it's almost the dawn of a new day, Faith, in disgust, throws the blankets off herself and gets out of bed, giving up any pretense at sleep. Grabbing her robe, because it's a little chilly, she wraps it around herself and strides over to the 'kitchen' part of her one room apartment. Dumping in some coffee and water in the mini coffee maker and sits down, waiting for it to brew. Head in hands, eyes lidded and looking bloodshot and sleepy, she broods.
Well, smart girl. Now what do you do? You know it's real now, not maybe just Buffy being hysterical. It's fact. Buffy's preggers. What do I do? Do I tell Joyce? Somebody's gotta tell Joyce; that's really not an option. But do I tell Joyce?
I should tell her. No, I have to tell her. Buffy is her daughter, and her responsibility. More, she worries about Buffy� and not knowing isn't good. And then there's the she finds out, and she finds out I knew, and she's angry with me. Rightfully so. No, I've got to tell her! She decides for the 15th time tonight. It's the right thing to do.
But what about Buffy? She trusted you. She's not ready to tell her mom, and if you tell her, what then? She'll never trust you again. Not with anything important. And she's afraid, so afraid how her mother will react. Not like Joyce is going to be insane about it. But� Faith remembers her own experience revealing something secret to her mom. How that went. Joyce is not my mom. She's NOT! � but she's a mom, and she's not going to be happy about this. Not one bit. And of course, Buffy will be miserable� and she'll look at me as a betrayer� and Joyce wants the girls to trust me. If I do this, will she trust me again? Not likely. And Dawn? She'll see what happens, and probably won't trust me , either. So there goes that! "No, I can't tell her," Faith mutters, again deciding for the 16th time tonight.

"GAAAH!" She repeats, realizing she's right back where she was hours ago. She doesn't have a clue what to do.
But she does know one thing. She has to talk to someone about it. Someone she can trust.
Like my mom? Oh yeah, that's so going to happen. EVEN if she would talk to me, which she won't, what would she say? "She should tell her mother!" Faith almost laughs imitating her mother's stern Irish voice. Yeah, that went so well for us, mom, didn't it? Ok, mom is definitely not on the list. Who else?
Tina? Bettina Marie Gallagher. Porn shop owner. Ex-lover. Yeah, that's a great idea. She'd love this. I can hear her now giving me all sorts of crap about it. "Told you, didn�t I, Faith? Hooked up with that hag, right? Well, you got what you deserved, moron!" Oh, man I can hear the laughter now. And probably she'd tell her current squeeze, too. Oh no, nothing there�
So who? Can't talk to Joyce. Don't want to talk to Buffy's friend, Willow. Who do I got?
Faith doesn't have an answer to that one. Feeling tired and achy, she looks at the bed longingly. But she knows that's just another exercise in frustration. She plops herself down on the bed, nonetheless and sighs.
God, how did I get myself in this mess again?
Suddenly the apartment air feels stale. The whole apartment feels too close, too tight. Almost leaping off the bed, she chucks her robe and starts hunting around for something to wear. She has to get out of here, go somewhere, do something.
Deciding on a walk, she wriggles into her jeans, throws on a jacket and some sneakers, and tosses on a jacket.
Maybe the night air will clear my head�
Crossing to the door, she rather doubts it. But at this point, she's feeling a little desperate, too.
Slipping through the door, she closes it quietly behind her.

* * *

Crossing the driveway, she glances over at the main house and stops. She notices a light on in the kitchen.
Weird� they're never up at� she looks at her watch and sighs � 3:23 a.m. Man, long time til morning�
She starts towards the curb and stops again. What if something's wrong? She hesitates, not wanting to intrude if it's nothing. I mean, people do raid the fridge late� But, in all the time she's come home late, she's never seen the light on in the house at this time of night. Not loving it, she nonetheless turns around and heads towards the main house. I'll just peek in the window� she reaches the side door, and tries to look in. But the shade is drawn, and she can't see anything. Crap�
She stands by the back door, and debates with herself for awhile. Finally coming to a decision, she knocks lightly on the door.
She waits for what seems forever, and finally decides to rap on the door again when she hears a chain slide, and the lock unbolted. The door opens, and there is standing Mrs. Carval, dressed in a robe. She looks at Faith with some curiosity.
"Faith? Are you ok?" She frowns. "Do you know it's 3:30 in the morning?"
"Yes, ma'am, Mrs. C. I � well, I saw the light on, and I kinda got concerned�" Faith stammers a little, embarrassed. It's nothing, Faith. Cripes!
Mrs. Carval smiles, somewhat ruefully. "Oh� yes, well, my Bertie is away on a job up north, and isn't home. I kind of find it hard to sleep when he's not here. " She shrugs. "Guess that happens after 30 years of marriage."
"Oh. Well, sorry," Faith apologizes, backing off. "Didn�t mean to intrude. I just� well, I'll be going now�" She points off towards the street, and starts to move off.
"So, what're you doing up this late, Faith?" Tonia Carval gets a concerned look on her face. "Are you just getting home? My baby brother George isn't keeping you out too late, is he? You have school in the morning, don't you?"
"No, no. I mean yes� I mean� no, I've been home awhile, and yes, I have school. I just�" Faith shrugs. "� just had some trouble sleeping. Thought I'd take a walk� you know, fresh air and all� sorry to bother you�" She starts off again.
"Ah, well� something on your mind, Faith? I know I have trouble sleeping when I'm worried about something�"
"Kinda. Sorta," Faith shrugs. "Look, it's no big deal. I'll figure it out�"
"Don't be silly, Faith. Look, I'm awake anyway, and I've got nothing to do but stare at some infomercial telling me it can cure my acne in only a week if I order their product�"
Faith chuckles at that.
"C'mon in. Let's talk. I'll make hot chocolate. That always makes me feel better?" She cocks her head, arching brow. "What do you say?"
Faith debates with herself. On the one hand, this is her landlord, and her boss's sister. Maybe telling her personal stuff might not be a great idea. On the other hand, she really, really needs to talk with someone�
"Look, I promise," Tonia Carval smiles, "I won't tell anyone your deep dark secrets, ok? Not even George. It'll just be between us girls. How's that?" It's almost as she's reading Faith's mind. Which gives Faith a little shudder.
But she really needs to talk to someone. Someone not all entangled in this mess.
"You sure you don't mind?"
"Are you kidding? I'll tell you� this neighborhood used to be a lot better, but lately been getting all kinds moving in, you know. Frankly, you'd be doing me a favor keeping me company. I'd feel a whole lot safer�"
Faith looks at Mrs. Carval, and her solid frame, and she really doubts anyone could give her a ration of crap. Still�
"Hey, cool by me. We women gotta stick together, right?" Faith says, going along with the obvious fib. "Did you mention hot chocolate?"
"I sure did. Always makes me feel better�" Tonia says. "And� I think I have some almond chocolate chip cookies left. Homemade�"
"I'm sold," Faith says with alacrity. She walks in the door, closing it behind her.
* * *

45 minutes later, Faith and Tonia Carval are sitting at her kitchen table. In front of them are steaming mugs of hot chocolate, and in the center is a large plate with a pile of cookies on it. Faith has helped herself to more than one, much to the pleasure of Tonia, who appreciates anyone that enjoys her cooking.
Faith helps herself to another cookie, taking a bite as she finishes up her story.
"� so, anyway, that's where I am now. I'm kinda stuck here, cuz I'm really not knowing what I should do. Should I tell her mom, or just keep my mouth shut?"
Faith has told Tonia most of the story, editing out certain things that might well, shock her, at least in Faith's opinion. Even from just seeing the foyer and kitchen, she's seen more than one Crucifix and statue of a saint. She knows a catholic household when she's in one. No need to upset Mrs. C. I'm kinda liking living here�
And she feels comfortable here. This kitchen reminds her a lot of the one at home back in Boston. The fact that Tonia Carval has let her talk, without interrupting too often, also makes her feel more at ease.
"So, what do you think?" Faith puts the question to her.
Tonia leans back and gazes at Faith as she nibbles on a cookie. She's sizing the girl up frankly, and so far likes what she sees. She can't help but be reminded of Cecilia, her middle girl. She, like Faith, is somewhat strong in her opinions, and can be stubborn to the point of fiery. Not that Faith has been rude or coarse, or abrupt. She's been very polite. But Tonia can hear the passion in her voice, and see the look in her eye when she talks about certain things. And, her brother George filled her in on Faith before she let her stay here. All in all, she likes the girl.
But she's not a fool, by any stretch, and she senses Faith isn't telling her everything.
"So, Faith, that's quite a story," Tonia nods, taking a sip of her chocolate. "I don't think you told me. How did you happen to meet this family again?"
"Oh. Well, I was working a party� this was back when I was working for the University pub� before I started working for Chief Romero� and well, the daughter� the one in trouble right now?� she was there, and kind of in a pickle� er� and I helped her get out of it. Her mom was grateful, and I kinda stayed with them for awhile. Low rent and all�"
"I see, "Tonia nods again. And still not buying it entirely. "So, why aren't you living there then? I mean, it's obvious you still have a connection to the household�"
"No, no connection," Faith says, swiftly. "But, they were nice, and well, I guess we're friends, and the girl� well, she confided in me� and why I'm not there? Well, we � I� I � needed someplace closer to campus, you see�"
"Faith, dear," Tonia reaches out, patting her hand. "I don't mean to put you on the spot or anything �" She looks Faith straight in the eye. "� but I don't believe you've told me everything, have you?"
"I'm sorry? I really don't know what you mean�"
"Faith, it's all right. We're in the new century now. I know our church frowns on such things, but� is there more to this relationship with this young lady� what was her name again? Betty? � that you're not telling me about?"
"What? Gawd, no! I mean, she's a kid. In high school�."
"From what you say, she's 18� or almost� and�" Tonia shrugs. "I admit I don't understand it, but I know that such things happen�"
"Mrs. C! I swear. There's nothing� absolutely nothing, between Buffy and me. Other than well, we're kind of friends. And I guess she felt she could trust me. But, there's nothing more going on�" Faith has to chuckle a little bit. "And anyway� not like I could be the daddy� I'm lacking in certain essential equipment�"
Tonia Carval sits there for a moment, then bursts out with a hearty laugh.

"I'm well aware of that, Faith. I just thought� Well, it was just sort of strange to me that this young woman would come to you, a �well, pretty much a stranger� with this problem�?"
Faith begins to feel somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea. No, this was a bad idea, no maybe about it�
"Look, Mrs. C. �"
"Tonia, dear."
"Mrs. C, " Faith continues, somewhat stubbornly. She stands up." Thanks for everything, it helped to get it out. But maybe I should�"
"Faith, sit down please," Tonia points at the table. When Faith doesn't respond, she repeats herself. "Sit, dear. Please!"
Faith, despite herself, feels her knees bend, and she's sitting again. Ok, how did that happen?
"Now, this is obviously troubling you, and I want to help you, if I can, but dear� you simply have to be honest with me," Tonia says, quietly but firmly. "From what you say, I don't see your dilemma." She smiles at Faith. A mom's smile. "Now, you remind all too much of my Cecilia, my middle girl. Loyal to her friends, but stubborn as all get out, and tries her best to keep things secret. Thinks she'll shock old mom, if she tells me everything." She shakes her head, amused.
"I really don't know where you girls get the idea that you invented everything� but you do think that�" She shrugs. She wags a finger at Faith. "You're not telling me the whole story here, Faith. And well, I can't help you without all the facts."
"Mrs. C� Tonia, I can't tell you everything. I� there are other people involved, and things could happen that � well, it could really mess things up, you see? It's not just me I'm thinking about here�" She starts to stand again. "Maybe we should just forget the whole thing�"
"Dios mio!" Tonia exclaims, "girl, please, sit down. You're always popping up like a jack in the box. Honey, listen to me," She leans in a little. "I said before you came in, I wouldn't reveal anything you said here, and I meant it! Now, you can tell me anything, dear. There's not much I haven't heard about or seen in my life, so please�"
"Nothing is going on between Buffy and me�" Faith lets out a sigh. "That's not the problem. It's the mother and me� we're� together�"
"Ahhh� you see? That makes it make sense now. Before, I couldn't see why you were so conflicted. Oh sure, the mother SHOULD be informed, but your loyalty seemed to be more towards the daughter. But, now I understand. You're conflicted because you feel a strong loyalty to the mother, too. Though for different reasons, of course�"
"You� You're not weirded out?" Faith is somewhat surprised. "Most people kind of feel it's strange�"
"As I told you, Faith. I don't get his whole lesbian thing. I just don't understand the attraction, frankly. That doesn't make it any less real. When my Cecilia came out to me and her dad, we both were �"
"You daughter came out. And you� what?" Faith looks suspicious. "You kicked her out?"
"WHAT? NO! That's ridiculous! Of course not!" Tonia has never heard such nonsense in her life. "Cecilia's my daughter, why would I do a foolish thing like that?"
Faith is gobsmacked. She sits there, staring at Tonia for so long that finally Tonia becomes a little uncomfortable herself.
"I'm sorry, is there something wrong?"
"I� thought� aren't you like� Catholic?"
"Yes," Tonia replies, growing more confused. "What does my religion have to do with anything?"
"But, you said� didn't you say your daughter was gay?"
"My Cecilia? Yes, I did�" Still confused.
"I don't understand�"Faith looks away, brow wrinkled in thought.
"Well, dear, I'm right there with you. What does my religion have to do with my daughter?"
Faith just looks at her as if she just can't understand her in the least.
"Faith?" Tonia is beginning to become nervous.
"My parents� when I told them I was a lesbian, they hit the roof! And they swore that I was sinning against God and the Church� we're Catholic. I thought� well� they won't speak to me, consider me� well, like I never even existed�" her voice fades out.
Tonia Carval sits there, shocked. How could her own parents say such things? Do that to their own daughter?
"Faith, forgive me if I offend, but your parents sound like a bunch of fools� and bigots�"
"HEY!" Faith flushes, "Those are my parents you're talking about!"
"There's that loyalty I was talking about, no matter how misplaced�" Tonia smiles. "but dear, my church is my spiritual guide� but it certainly doesn't rule my life. Nor do I let it tell me how I'm going to treat my family. And my religion as far as I can tell is about forgiveness and accepting people for all their faults. At least, that's how I understand it. I'm not saying I approve of my daughter's lifestyle, nor yours, but I know basically you're good kids, the both of you. I've even read somewhere you're born like that. That you don't have any choice in how you feel, anymore than I have any choice in eye color. So, how could I condemn that? It seems silly to me� and frankly, so does your parent's reaction�"
Yeah, silly. If it didn't hurt so damn much� "I really miss them�" Faith says, quietly.
"I'm sure you do, dear," Tonia takes her hand, squeezing it. "Have you talked to them? Tried to make them see your point of view�?"
"Only a dozen times� but they won't talk to me�" Faith's bottom lip begins to tremble. "They hate me�"
"Now, now, girl," Antonia gets up, and goes to Faith, hugging her. "I'm sure that's not true. They're confused, and don't understand you� but deep down, they love you. No parent can really hate their child. Not if they ever really loved them�"
Faith pulls away, sniffling a little, and surreptitiously wiping a tear. She isn't one to cry, and she doesn't want to do it now.
"Well, it's water under the bridge, anyway�" Faith says, shaking it off. "I just� wish I knew what to do about Buffy�"
"Do you want my opinion?" Tonia asks, putting a hand on Faith's shoulder.
"Please?" Faith looks up at her, wide eyed.
"Well, a part of me says you should tell her�"
Faith groans softly, but nods. She's not exactly crazy about that answer.
"�let me finish, please. A larger part of me says, you shouldn't. And I'll tell you why�" Tonia walks over, and sits down, facing Faith. "Being a mother myself, I would want to know. But deep in my heart? I'd prefer it to come from my girls, rather than from a � well, you, for instance. I'd like to think my girls trust me enough to tell me anything, even something like this. In the end, it would make it much easier for me to accept, than if it came from you, say. Now, I'm not saying you won't probably have to take a little pain� but that's part of the course, dear. You might be in the doghouse for a couple of days, but once �what was her name, again?"
"Joyce."
"Yes, once Joyce calms down, she'll understand why you did it. And appreciate it. You gave your word to this young woman, and I think she'll respect you more, in the long run, if you keep it."
Faith sits there, a little amazed. It's so simple. Why didn't I just see it that way?
"You really think so?"
"I do. I might be wrong, but as a mother myself? I don't think I am."
"Thanks�" Faith yawns. "Excuse me!"
"Well, I think someone should catch a few winks before she goes to class. Don't you?"
Faith rises, and yawns again, stretching.
"Yeah, I'm pretty bushed�"
"Now, didn't I tell you? Hot chocolate and cookies. Best thing for insomnia. I should package it."
"Well, I'd buy it!" Faith grins, and yawns again. "Goodnight, Mrs. C, and thanks�"
"Tonia, please? I really feel like that mom on that old program "Happy Days" when you call me that. And I'm not up to wearing poodle skirts� again."
Faith laughs.
"Now, get some sleep� and frankly, I'd skip classes tomorrow. You need to rest, dear."
"Thanks again� Tonia. I'll think about it�" Faith takes her cup to the sink. She turns, and grins. "I don't suppose you'd be looking for another daughter? I can cook and I clean pretty good�"
Tonia Carval laughs.

"Heavens, no! I've had three children, and that's plenty. Nothing personal dear, but once Margaret is out of the house, me and Mr. Carval are going to retire. We're thinking of traveling around the country�" She turns serious. "but, if you ever need to talk� my door is open."
Faith crosses over, and to a chuckling Mrs. Carval, she kisses her lightly on the cheek.
"Well, thanks anyway, mom. You're the best."
Without any further ceremony, she walks towards the back door and exits.
Tonia Carval picks up her cup and the plate of cookies, carrying them to the sink. She covers the cookies in plastic, and puts the cup in the sink. All the time, she hums a little tune.
She loves playing mom, despite her protests to the contrary

* * *

Faith, for her part, is walking back up to her apartment. She feels considerably better, now that she's talked to Mrs. Carval. It's not until she pulls her key from her pocket that another thought strikes her.
The father of Buffy's baby.
That's also been bugging her tonight, though not as badly as the other. But their failure with the basketball jock today only made things more confusing.
Red said she hadn't seen Buffy really dating anyone except that Brad character. And Buffy's not talking� so she must be protecting someone. But who? Did she meet some older guy? Like a college guy? But why wouldn't Red say so? If she knew�
Something else is nagging at her. Something Dawn said, that day they went to get her motorcycle. Something about Buffy and her father.
Faith feels a chill in her stomach. For a second, she swears that the air around her has gotten thicker, and a lot colder.
No, no way� that's ridiculous. It has to be wrong�
She pushes the key in the lock, unlocking the door. She lets herself in, and pauses just a second at the threshold.
Still�
She closes the door behind her.

4

"You've gotta!"
Willow watches with some amusement as Buffy seems to almost bounce around her. Outwardly, she remains calm and somewhat detached as Buffy pulls out every trick, trying to get her to agree to her wishes.
Gosh, would you look at her go? She's so cute when she wants to be all charming�
Hey, a girl's gotta have some fun, you know? I mean, it can't be all gloom and doom!
"I gotta what, Buffy?" Willow teases her, knowing very well what Buffy wants.
"You know what, Will," Buffy says," You gotta come over. We could make it like girls night, you know?"
"A girl's night?" Willow is loving torturing her a little. She arches a brow.
"Yeah, you know. Like, old movies and popcorn and chocolaty goodness�." Buffy notices Willow's look, and suddenly realizes that Willow might have another definition for a 'girl's night'. She blushes. "Oh, goodness�"
Willow laughs at her discomfort. Grabbing her hand, she squeezes it lightly, and smiles.
"Relax, would you? I'm not gonna jump you, Buffy. I was just teasing you."
She has more mixed emotions over the look of relief that washes over Buffy's face.
"Willow, you know I think you're an attractive woman, and if I was that way�" Buffy starts, but Willow cuts her off.
"Buffy, would you chill, please?" Willow says, feeling a little irritated. "Just because I'm a lesbian, everything isn't about sex, you know? I like you, as you, without necessarily wanting to get into your panties�"
Buffy's cheeks go red again, which Willow enjoys thoroughly. So cute!
"I'm sorry, Will. I know I act like an idiot sometimes, it's just I've never had a lesbian as a friend before�" Buffy shrugs, still a little embarrassed. "I don't know to treat you sometimes. I don't want to upset you."
Willow sighs, and shakes her head. "Buffy, it's not a disease you know. Just treat me like you'd treat any of your friends who would happen to be a girl."
"Well, duh!" Buffy mocks herself. "I'm sorry I'm acting stupid."
She hugs Willow tightly, pressing against her.
"You're the best, you know that, don't you?" Buffy says softly, her head on Willow's shoulder.
Willow feels Buffy's warm breath tickle her throat. Ok, I'll just sit here and pretend I'm not really loving this . Yeah, right. Willow gently breaks the hug, scooting away just a hair.
"Thanks, Buffy, I like you, too," Willow smiles. Then she frowns a little. "But, ummm� I really can't make it Friday night�"
"Why not?" Buffy can't hide her disappointment. Then it hits her. "Oh, my god! You've got a date!" Buffy starts to bounce again. She comes over, and gets into Willow's face. "Ok, who is it? Who's the lucky girl? Gimme the dirt! Details�I want details!"
Willow, amused, avoids another Buffy hug. Not that she doesn't want it. She wants it too much. Let's not let it get too close here, ok?
"No, Buffy, nothing as fun as that. It's just I've got this thing. With my parents. I can't get out of it." She shrugs, looking resigned. "I have to go to temple that night�"
"Temple? Is that like church?" Buffy looks puzzled. "Who goes to church on Friday night?"
"Well, Jewish people for one, Buffy," Willow smiles. "Sabbath is from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday."
"Wow, bummer," Buffy says, "I mean, that must really cut into your dating life�"
"Look, Buff. I'm not like my dad. I'm not really into the religion. Mostly, I skip it. Usually he's ok with it, but he's being installed as the Cantor of our temple this weekend, and he expects me to be there."
"Cantor?"
"Yeah�kind of like leader of the choir, I guess� except no choir, and it's more about leading the congregation in prayer. It's kind of complicated�"
"Well, that sounds kinda� I guess important� I can see why your dad would want you there�" She smiles, but is still disappointed. "Maybe another time�"
"Look, Buffy, I'm going Friday night cuz it's important to dad, but if you think I'm gonna stay locked up the weekend? Not happening� how about Saturday night? Or afternoon� I can sneak out early�"
"Really?" Buffy is all happy again. "Cool!"
Willow gives Buffy a sly look. She knows Buffy has an ulterior motive for this sudden 'girl's night'.
"So, Buffy� what's the deal?" Willow asks, in a slightly sing-song tone. "Why the sudden interest in hanging out with me?"
"Huh? You're like my best bud forever, Will. Why shouldn't we hang out?"
"Oh we should, we definitely should," Willow agrees, " but you've never seemed interested in hanging out with me before� at least, not so passionately."
"Well, geeze, Will. I mean, things have been kind of weird before, you know? With everything going on, and well, I things have sometimes been�weird between us too, and well�" Buffy is fumbling this badly, and knows it. Worse, she knows Willow knows it, and feels a little resentment because of it. "Look, Will, if you don't want to, just say so. I mean, it's not like life and death." Not much, anyway�
"I'm just teasing you a little, Buffy. Call it payback for those times when you like ignored me?"
"I never ignored you!"
"Uh-huh� and you were so my bestest bud ever when you were drooling to be one of Cordelia's herd?"
Buffy colors a dark red. She gets up, ready to bolt.
"Ok, I get it. You don't wanna hang out. Sorry I�"
Willow grabs her arm, pulling her back down. She flings an arm around her shoulders, hugging her. "Don�t' be a dope. Of course I wanna hang out with you, Buff. I like you� now that you've got that cheerleader spirit stick outta your ass�"
"Hey!" Buffy protests, but doesn't break away.
"Hey, yourself. I was just wondering why you wanted to be gal pals all of a sudden�" Willow decides to crank up the torture, just a little. "It wouldn't happen to have to do with a certain Mr. Daniel Osborn, would it?" She looks at Buffy, grinning broadly, tongue between her teeth.
"Aw, geeze!" Buffy's busted, and knows it. "Why does my wanting to spend time with you, have anything to do with Oz?"
"What turnip truck do you think I just fell off of, Buff? I saw Oz this morning, and he looked like the cat that ate the canary, and now you're all of a sudden wanting to hang out with me. I did get an A in math, you know�"
Buffy sighs. "Am I that transparent?"
"Naw, just like glass, is all�" Willow teases her.
Buffy scrunches down, embarrassed. "Ok, I guess that's a no then�"
"Are you kidding? Not hang out with my bestest friend forever? Of course I'm coming. Think you're gonna get the dirt for free? Forget that one, Buffy!" Willow chuckles. "Maybe I'll even grab a pizza on the way. But you're providing the snacks and entertainment. Deal?"
"Deal!" Buffy squeals. She hugs Willow, and on impulse, kisses her on the cheek. "You're the best, you know that? I know you know that!" She hugs her again. "Hey, you wanna stay over? We could go out for breakfast on Sunday, and maybe hit the mall? Do some shopping? Make a weekend out of it!"
"Oh yeah, and we could like, do our nails, and do each other's hair, and have pillow fights," Willow is definitely in mocking mode,"� oh, talk about boys�"
"Well, if you're going to be that way about it�"
"Yeah, I'll stay. It'll be nice." Willow grins.
"COOL!" Buffy exclaims, and Willow narrowly avoids another hug. "Oh. Wait." She frowns.
"What?"
"Well� there's only the one bed, and well�"
"Oh, for goodness sakes, Buffy! I can sleep with a girl in the bed without 'sleeping' with her! Geeze, I'm not some oversexed maniac, you know!"
"I'm sorry, that was totally lame�"
The bell rings.
"Oh, man, gotta go. Hey� so Saturday then?"
"I'll be there." Willow grins. She gets up, grabbing her books.
"See you later in P.E." Buffy turns, and rushes towards the school buildings.
Willow watches her go, a little grin on her face. It slowly fades out, and her brow furrows.
Maybe not such a good idea� with Buffy in the same bed� wonder if I'll get any sleep that night? Willow shakes her head, sighing. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm all so smart.

She walks , a little distracted, towards the school.

5

"Oh god YEAH! Just like that! Harder! HARDER!"
The late afternoon sun is beginning to fade into twilight in Avery Chase's office as he leans over his desk. He is naked from the waist down; the only thing he's wearing is a dress shirt. On the desk a young blonde woman is laying, on her back. Her legs are splayed wide, and she's grabbing the desk to hang on. Avery thrusts his cock in and out of her to her obvious approval.
The young woman shudders, then stiffens as her orgasm takes over. She squeezes her vaginal muscles around his cock, and feels him squirt his cum into her. This causes her orgasm to intensify, and she lets out a long, high pitched scream� followed by her collapsing onto the desk.
Avery smiles a cold smiles, and holding her hips, pulls himself out of her. and pulls up his pants, adjust himself and goes to the window
The girl sighs, and rises up off the desk. "That was nice, Avery," Harmony coos, . "We're so gonna have to do that more often�"
"Well, I have to admit, you did come to me with a very interesting proposition�" He turns and smiles. It's a cold smile, but there's a lusty gleam in his eye as he looks over her naked form still on display for him on the desk. "I'm just curious as to the why?" There's something I simply don't understand," He moves to stand in front of Harmony, lightly resting his hands on her shoulders. "Why would you want to do this?" His hands slips lower over her shoulders, bracketing her arms. "After all, what does it matter to you?"
"Believe me, it matters," She says softly, leaning into him , . "It matters a lot."
"Indeed," He says, his hands lightly stroking her bare arms. "I understand there is some � competition� between you and Ms. Rosenberg for my Cordelia's affections�" He smiles a cold smile. "Jealousy can be a strong motivator." His hands move up, gently framing her neck. He rubs the soft skin gently.
She shivers slightly, and takes a breath.
"It's not jealousy," Harmony says, his touch causing tingles through her body. "It's not like that�"

He suddenly grabs her long blonde hair, pulling her head up to face him.
"OW! That hurts!" Harmony complains.
"Do you think I'm a fool, Harmony Kendall? I know you're very close to my Cordelia. I know she told you about what I want to do to Willow Rosenberg�" He tugs on her hair. "So, I've just got to wonder, why do you want to get her for me?" And risk Cordelia's wrath.
"Stop it! STOP IT! It HURTS!" She complains, batting at his hands
Avery lets go suddenly, and Harmony's falls back onto the desk. She lays there, pouting.
"Well, I'm waiting for an answer!"
"Geeze, give me a minute, ok?"
Harmony pushes off the desk her breast jiggling. Avery can't help but notice, with some hunger, how they bounce nicely as she moves.

Harmony, well aware that Avery's eyes are glued on her nubile, firm body. And that's exactly what she wants. She moves around the room, collecting up her discarded clothes, making sure she jiggles in all the right places.
Putting on a blouse, she stops near Avery, leaning in close to him.
"You wanna know why? I'll tell you why," Harmony presses her breasts against his arm. "I hate that stuck up little bitch, and I want her to get everything she's got coming to her."
Avery smiles tightly. "That's all very commendable, Harmony. Still," he grabs her by the shoulders. "I know how you feel about my Cordelia, and more, I know how Cordelia feels about Ms. Rosenberg. She's very � protective of her. How do you think Cordelia's going to feel about you� giving her� to me?"
"Yeah, I know how Cor feels about her� and I think it's sick!" Harmony sneers. "She's got a thing for that red headed slut, and frankly, I really hate it!" Harmony's face reddens. "I know she humiliated her the other day, and �." Her anger rises, remembering the aftermath,"� I want to get her back. Put her in her place." She breaks away from Avery's grip, and start to pace. "It's like she's ill. Cordelia. She's got Willow disease. Well, I think if she sees Ms. High and Mighty after you � do what you want with her, she'll be cured. She'll see she's just a common , trashy little slut." She turns to Avery, her face cold and hard. "Yeah, that's exactly what she needs. And if she gets angry at me about it� well, ok, I'll deal�" Her eyes narrow. "But I don't think she will. I think she'll be glad. I think she'll thank me, and want me even more!"
Avery smiles again. A genuine smile this time.
"I like how you think," Avery nods, approvingly. "I didn't think you had it in you, frankly, Harmony." He crosses over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I like it a lot. I'm very pleased�" he squeezes her shoulder, just a little more than a gentle squeeze. "But, can you get her here? I mean, I'm sure she doesn't care for you any more than you care for her�"
"Don't worry. I know exactly how to get her here�" Harmony looks up into his face. "I only want one thing�"
"What? Conditions now?" Avery gives her a knowing look. "Ok, what do you want?"
"I wanna be here. I want to be here when you do it. I wanna watch!"
"I don't know� I really don't like witnesses�" Avery sounds doubtful.
"Oh, c'mon, Avery�" Harmony moves closer. "� you can trust me. I just want to watch her get humiliated. She's a queer y'know. She doesn�t like cock at all� I want to hear her scream when you fuck her up the ass� "I wanna watch her cry, I wanna be there and push my cunt in her face, make her do me cuz I know she'd hate that. I wanna see her destroyed!"
Avery, Imagining what he could do to Willow, starts to pant heavily.
"You have a very wicked mind for so young a girl," He says, his breathing ragged. "I think you're very good for my little girl, Harmony. Ok, I agree. You can be there when I � enjoy Ms. Rosenbergs� charms�"
Harmony just smiles, and sinking to her knees, she can't help but smile internally.
Believe it, Avery baby. Everyone's gonna get what they deserve. You can bet on it.

To be continued.
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