In the instant between heartbeats, Buffy found herself flashing out of the Magic Box, through the streets of Sunnydale, into her mother’s house, up the stairs, and into her old bedroom where she stopped, looking down on her sister.
Dawn was bathed in a viridescent glow. The green light enveloping her was shot with bolts of blue and yellow. Coils of light twined in and out of her body, pulsing with a rhythm like a heartbeat. It was one of the most beautiful things that Buffy had ever seen. She didn’t know how long she stayed there, just watching her sister sleep, with the light wrapping around her.
“Wow!”
Buffy looked up and saw Willow, on the other side of Dawn’s bed.
“She’s so beautiful,” she said.
“She’s my sister,” said Buffy.
“I know,” said Willow. “And she’s the Key. I don’t know what all that means, yet, but I know that she’s important, and that you love her. What’s that in her hand?”
Buffy blinked a couple of times. She hadn’t paid any attention to anything other than the exquisite glow emanating from her sister’s body, until now, but Willow’s question brought her attention back the the physical realm. She saw her sister’s corporeal body, lying on her side in her bed, with her hand in front of her face clutching…
“It’s a dildo,” she said, matter of factly.
“It’s so big!” said Willow.
“It’s normal size,” said Buffy. In fact she thought it was the perfect size. Exactly the same size as Xander. She recognized it as having been modeled off him. She figured that it had probably come out of Anya’s toy cabinet.
“Really?” asked Willow. “Oz wasn’t—” She cut herself off.
“Oz was kinda small,” said Buffy. She quickly added “I mean he was short, and well proportioned for his size, but his size was small, so all the rest of him was small too, and I’m not really helping myself, here, am I?”
“No, but I understand what you mean,” said Willow. “I don’t really have much experience with men.”
“It’s not the number,” said Buffy. “It’s the quality, and Oz was one of the best.”
Willow smiled. “Yeah, he was, but we have to go back now.”
“What?” asked Buffy.
“I told you it was dangerous for anyone not experienced with the astral realm to leave the circle,” said Willow. “I convinced the others to stay inside it, before I came to get you, but I don’t know how long that will last. Faith and Xander will act as anchors you can go back to, as long as they stay there, but if they try to follow, all bets are off.”
“How do I go back?” asked Buffy.
“Just think of being with them,” said Willow. “Think of being back in the Magic Box, with Xander and Faith.”
Buffy thought of the training room in the back of the Magic Box, where she had left Xander and Faith, and found herself once again flashing back through the streets of Sunnydale, until she got there. Willow appeared back in the room a second later.
Faith gasped, as she returned to reality. “What the fuck?”
Faith realized that she didn’t have any real memories of Dawn from before the Reward started. While she had been in the astral realm, she’d had memories of memories. She could remember teaching Dawn to make snow angels on the day that it had snowed in Sunnydale, and a couple of other incidents from their past, but she didn’t remember anything about her from the day before, or after. She realized that all she could remember about Dawn from before the Reward were things that she had thought about, and remembered, since she had returned to Sunnydale. And then a whole other set of memories had flooded back into her, as she left the Astral realm.
“What happened?” asked Anya. “Don’t you want the Reward?”
“No!” said Faith quickly. “It’s not that! The Reward is great! We both said so!”
“They did,” admitted Willow.
“It’s the Key!” said Faith. “We found it too! It’s—”
“Wait!” said Buffy.
“You don’t want to tell us?” asked Anya.
Buffy could feel her Mistress’s disapproval. “It’s not that,” she said quickly. “I just want to make sure that no one else is listening in, while we talk about this. Willow, can you do a privacy spell for us, make sure that there aren’t any Knights, or Beasts, or anything else, listening in?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Willow. “Tara, sweetie, you wanna help with that?”
It only took a few minutes for the two witches to reinforce the wards that always surrounded the Magic Box to keep anyone from listening in, or intruding on them without their knowledge. When they were done, Buffy came right out and said it. “Dawn is the Key.”
“What?” asked Anya. “They put the Key into her?”
“No,” said Willow. “I don’t know how they did it, but as near as I can tell, Dawn didn’t exist at all, until just a few months ago.”
“But we remember her,” said Tara. “I’ve known her almost as long as I’ve known you!”
“Yeah, that’s the thing,” said Buffy. “Every memory we have of her, from before this summer, is made up. It’s not real.”
“And we thought that Gimmel giving a few people memories of me being let out of jail was impressive,” said Faith. “These monks seem to have created a whole life for Dawn, and the documentation to back it up.”
“So, she’s not really your sister?” asked Anya.
“Yes, she is,” said Willow.
“What?” asked several voices.
“We were in an Astral realm, where we couldn’t lie,” said Willow, “and Buffy said it herself: Dawn is her sister. She might not have come into being in the normal way, but she is real now, and she is Buffy’s sister.”
“What do we do about it?” asked Buffy. “Do we tell her?”
“I can’t immagine a more traumatic thing for the child to learn,” said Giles. “On the other hand, it might be for the best if we do tell her, at a time of our choosing, under controlled circumstances. I’m afraid that if we don’t pick the time and circumstances, that she will find out, at some time not of our choosing, and that will be even worse.”
“I think we need to start by telling Joyce,” said Xander. “Then get her input on when, and how, to tell Dawn.
Buffy slowly brushed out Anya’s hair. Her Mistress was sitting at her make-up table in the bathroom while Buffy helped her get ready to go to bed. Faith and Xander had already left the bathroom, and Buffy could feel what they were doing through her link with Faith, but she didn’t want to think about that, now. She looked up at the mirror, and saw Anya looking back at her.
“There’s something on your mind,” said Anya.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Buffy.
“What is it?”
Buffy hesitated for a moment, not wanting to get her sister in trouble, but then she just plunged into it, while continuing to brush Anya’s hair. “Did you know that Dawn has one of your dildos, Mistress?”
“Of course,” said Anya. “I gave it to her.”
“You did?”
“Of course. How else would she get it?”
“Well…” Buffy paused the passage of the brush through Anya’s hair. “…Dawn has a history of taking my stuff, without asking.”
“And you thought that she might have taken it?”
“I didn’t want to think that, Mistress, but…”
Anya held out her hand. “Give me the brush, Buffy.”
Buffy handed it over immediately. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, that wasn’t a very nice thought that you had about your sister,” said Anya.
Buffy bowed her head. “No, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Still, you didn’t start out with an accusation. You did ask me if I knew that Dawn had my dildo.”
Buffy felt a frisson of disappointment. Maybe Anya wasn’t going to punish her. It didn’t last very long.
“Now, it really ought to be Dawn who does this, since you doubted her integrity, but I recognize that she is still considered to be a minor in this society, and Xander, and Joyce, would probably object, so I’m going to have to do it myself. How many spanks should you get?”
Buffy thought that her transgression was pretty minor, but that didn’t matter. She wanted lots of spanks, but she knew that Anya would not be pleased if she set the number too high. “Um, five, Mistress.”
Anya nodded. “That sounds like a good number. Now bend over the vanity, Buffy.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Buffy bent over, leaning on the bathroom vanity, where she could see herself, and Anya, in the mirror. Anya rose from her chair, and stood behind her. “Please spank me, Mistress, for doubting Dawn’s integrity.”
“Of course, Buffy,” said Anya. She smacked the back side of the brush against Buffy’s backside.
“One! Thank you, Mistress!”
Buffy’s ass was stinging when she followed Anya out of the bathroom, and saw what her link with Faith had already told her was going on in the bedroom.
Xander was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back and supporting himself on his elbows. Faith was kneeling on the floor in front of him, her hands cuffed behind her back, and linked by a short length of chain to the cuffs around her ankles while she licked and sucked his cock.
Xander looked up at them and smiled. “Why don’t you have a seat beside me, Ahn, and then Buffy can get busy eating your pussy.”
“That sounds like an excellent suggestion, Xander.” Anya took up a pose similar to his beside him on the bed, with her legs spread wide apart, exposing her already wet cunt. “I’m going to want lots of orgasms, Buffy. Think of it as another part of your penance.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Buffy knelt before Anya, and leaned in toward her pussy. The light flashed, and she found herself bound, just like Faith. She extended her tongue, and licked her way up her Mistress’s snatch, before fluttering her tongue against Anya’s clit.
Buffy didn’t know how long she knelt there. Time didn’t matter; all that mattered was that she was giving her Mistress pleasure with her tongue and her lips, licking, kissing and sucking at Anya’s pussy, with Faith beside her, giving oral pleasure to their Lord, Xander. All the time she was tasting Anya, she could also taste Xander in her mouth, through her link with Faith. She wanted to feel him coming into their mouths, but Xander’s control over his orgasms was becoming better all the time. Buffy knew that he had come, multiple times, but he still hadn’t shot his load into her sister slave’s mouth, or across her face.
Anya had come multiple times as well, and each time Buffy was rewarded with a extra flow of Anya’s nectar from her cunt. Anya had just come again, when Buffy felt her hands on her head, gently, but firmly, pushing her back. “That’s enough, Buffy. You too, Faith.”
Buffy sat back, and looked up to see Anya rise to her feet, turn around, and then settle down again onto Xander’s lap, taking his long hard cock all the way into her.
Buffy’s pussy clenched, and she became intensely aware that throughout all of this day’s play, she and Faith hadn’t been allowed to come even once, or to touch themselves, or be touched, since they had awakened Xander and Anya that morning. Buffy’s nipples were hard little knots of frustrated pleasure. Her and Faith’s pussies were dripping onto the carpet: they’d have to be sure to clean it, next time they were doing the housework.
But right now, she could only kneel there, beside Faith, and watch as Anya bounced up and down on Xander’s cock, until he was groaning and driving hard into her, while Anya cried out her climax.
Xander rose from the bed, still holding Anya, and with his cock still inside her, and turned her around, to lay her back down on the bed in front of Faith. Only then did he withdraw from her, and turn back around again to sit in front of Buffy. “Clean us off, please,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” said Buffy and Faith together, and they both leaned forward again, Faith to lick Anya’s pussy, and Buffy to lick Xander’s cock. Buffy savoured the mixed taste of her Lord and Lady’s essences on his cock as she licked him clean.
Their bonds flashed into non-existence when they were finished. “You can both stand up now,” said Xander.
“Yes, Sir.” Buffy and Faith both rose to their feet.
“Now, turn to face each other, and give yourselves a nice big hug, and a kiss.”
Buffy smiled as she turned to Faith, wrapped her arms around her, and felt Faith’s arms around her. Their mouths met, with lips parted, and tongues reaching out to greet each other.
The light flashed again, and Buffy felt the stabbing pain of her nipples being pierced. She also felt a new set of hand cuffs appearing on her wrists, holding them locked around Faith. She felt Faith squirm against her, and a painful tugging on her nipples, and realized that they were sharing one set of rings. The rings perforating her nipples were stabbing through Faith’s as well.
“Now, you two can do whatever you like together,” said Xander, “as long as you do it quietly, so you don’t disturb Anya and me. We have to get to sleep, not having Slayer constituions. You can sleep on your pallet tonight.”
Their pallet was a thin pad, about the size of a twin bed, laid across the carpet at the foot of the bed. Anya had decreed its creation, for those rare nights when Buffy and Faith were home at the time she usually went to bed, and she didn’t want more sex from them. It let the two of them do whatever they liked with each other, and not disturb her. Though thin, the pallet on top of the thick carpet gave them more than enough padding for their needs, and the apartment was kept warm enough that they didn’t really need sheets, or blankets.
Buffy and Faith started to move toward their pad, and discovered that they were locked together by more than their nipple rings, and handcuffs. Their ankles were also linked together, as were their Reward Rings. They had to move together, almost like a dance, to reach their pallet. They squatted together, each of them thrusting a thigh between the other’s legs, and pressing their pussies against it.
They fell sideways together, onto the pad. The pain from the way that made all their rings tug on each other nearly had them both coming. They pressed their bodies together, still kissing, still grinding their pussies against each other’s thighs, squirming quietly in unison, with their link fully open, each of them feeding their rousing passion back to the other. When they came the feedback just catapulted them into a higher level of passion, leading to another even more intense climax, driving their arousal to an even greater height.
Xander lay back in their bed, with Anya resting her head on his chest. She listened to his heart beat, while he let the quiet sounds of Buffy and Faith making love together lull him to sleep. Try as they might, they couldn’t be completely silent in their joining, and he didn’t want them to be. He was always aware of them. His link with his Slayers might not be as intense as the one that they shared with each other, but he was always aware of what they were feeling. He had felt their rising frustration through the day as they hadn’t been allowed their own releases, and had given release after release to him, and Anya, and watched them coming together time and again.
So now he lay in his bed, and let the sound of their lovemaking lul him to sleep.
When Buffy awoke the next morning she was still entwined with Faith on their pallet, but they were no longer tied to each other. Faith had awakened with her, and they spent a few minutes kissing and caressing each other before they rose to carry out their morning duty of awakening their Lord, and Mistress in time for them to be ready to go to work.
Buffy didn’t know how it worked, but whenever Xander needed to be awake, they woke up, usually with plenty of time to make sure that he got awakened in a very pleasant way.
It was Faith’s turn to wake up Xander this morning, so Buffy went to Anya’s toy cabinet to select something appropriate to wake her up with. Normally she and Faith weren’t allowed to touch anything in the cabinet without Anya’s specific instruction, but she had given them permission to select one item from it each morning to use in awakening her. Buffy opened the doors, and started looking for something. She couldn’t help noticing the empty space where the dildo Dawn had been holding last night had come from. She picked a double ended dildo, one that was shaped so she could hold one end in her pussy, without any harness, while she fucked Anya blind with the other end. It had a raised ridge in the saddle where the two ends met that would press against both of their clits as Buffy fucked Anya with it.
But first, she had to wake her, and her Mistress didn’t like to be awakened abruptly. Buffy and Faith carefully pulled the sheets away from Xander and Anya. They crawled up over the foot of the bed, and started by kissing their feet, Faith with Xander’s, and Buffy with Anya’s. They moved up their two bodies, kissing and licking their way along their legs, past Anya’s pussy, and Xander’s cock, up across their stomachs, licking and kissing their nipples, their chests, their throats.
Xander and Anya were both awake when Faith settled herself down around Xander’s cock, and Buffy slowly sank the dildo she was wearing into Anya’s pussy, while holding her body up away from Anya’s with her arms. “Good morning, Mistress,” she said.
Anya’s legs came up to wrap around Buffy’s hips. “Oh, it is a good morning, Buffy!”
Buffy smiled and lowered herself down onto Anya for a kiss, while she started to move her hips, and pressed her tits against Anya’s. Anya’s hands went to Buffy’s ass, pulling her deeper into her.
Buffy concentrated on giving Anya a thorough, and satisfying screwing. She found herself synchronizing her motion with Faith’s, rising and falling on Xander’s cock, with the sensations from the dildo in her cunt merging with the sensations of Xander’s cock in Faith’s pussy that their link was feeding her.
She felt Anya reaching around for the switch on the dildo to turn on its vibrator. She felt its buzzing, deep in her pussy, and drove the other end if it deep into her Mistress, grinding the ridge against both of their clits.
“Oh, god, yes, Buffy,” cried out Anya as she came. Buffy followed her over the cusp, and she felt Faith falling with her through their link as Xander groaned under her.
They all paused to catch their breaths, though the dildo was still buzzing deep inside Buffy and Anya. Anya’s arms pulled Buffy close for a lingering kiss.
Buffy felt Xander pushing Faith up off his cock. “Time for our Slayers to go have their morning shower,” he said, “and to get our breakfast ready.”
Buffy reluctantly pulled herself out of Anya’s embrace, and off the bed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Enjoy yourselves in the shower, just don’t take too long,” Xander added.
Faith’s eyes went down to the dildo projecting out from between Buffy’s legs. “Yes, Sir!” She reached down, wrapped her hand around it, and pulled Buffy out of the bedroom, and down the hall to their bathroom.
They tried to see just how much of their shower they could have while each of them held an end of the dildo in her cunt. It turned out to be all of it, though for parts it took quite a bit of Slayer flexibility to twist themselves around into the positions needed to wash each other’s legs, without ever letting the vibrating dildo slip out. They managed to conduct the entire shower without ever letting even one end of the dildo slip free. It wasn’t until after they had turned off the water, and moved on to the mutual drying phase of the shower that they finally removed the dildo from their pussies, and that was only so that Buffy could clean it too, and return it to Anya’s toy cabinet before they went downstairs to make breakfast.
Buffy paused for a moment in the bedroom, to watch Xander and Anya making love in their bed, before she left the room, to go join Faith in the kitchen.
Xander could smell the coffee, bacon, and other enticing aromas when he and Anya left their shower to make their way downstairs for breakfast. It was nice having a fully functional kitchen again, almost as nice as having two beautiful girls who were eager to make their breakfasts every morning.
Buffy and Faith were both waiting at the bottom of the stairs, with mugs of steaming hot coffee for him and Anya, prepared just they way they liked. They were both wearing frilly maid’s caps, too small aprons, high heeled sandals, and nothing else.
Xander took his mug. “Thank you, Buffy.”
She gave him a little curtsy, which he thought looked very cute, and then she turned her back on him, and walked back toward the kitchen, letting him have a nice look at her bare ass. Faith had given Anya her morning coffee as well, and was following Buffy, giving him just as nice a view of her back. Xander and Anya followed behind them.
Plates of scrambled eggs, with bacon, toast, and bowls of fruit salad were waiting for them on the kitchen breakfast bar. They all sat down to eat together. Xander had a look at their new kitchen, to see what remained to be done with it. The only major item left to be finished was getting the backsplash put up behind the sink. There were also a couple of places that needed to have a little wood trim added, but he figured that both of those tasks would be finished tonight, and then they could mark the kitchen off as fully completed on their schedule. The next big job to be done was putting up new drywall in the rest of the downstairs area of the apartment.
He talked about their building plans with Buffy, Faith, and Anya, and they also talked about what they were going to tell Joyce about what they had learned about Dawn. Xander really thought that she had a right to know that the girl wasn’t really her daughter, but he felt some trepidation about how she would react to that news. They were really piling the revelations on top of one another, first with the Reward, and now with this. Xander wondered how much the woman would be able to take before she snapped. He was still a little surprised that he had survived the first revelation.
Still, it was best to get it over with. Delaying wouldn’t gain them anything, and might make things worse. “Buffy, I want you to call your mother this morning, and ask her to meet us at lunch, in the Magic Box. We’ll tell her then.”
Xander and Faith had to get to work, so they both went to get dressed while Buffy took care of cleaning up the breakfast dishes. She didn’t have any classes until mid-morning, so she kissed them both goodbye, before going upstairs herself, to take care of cleaning their bedroom, and bathrooms. She remembered what she’d thought last night, and applied some spot remover to the carpet where she and Faith had been kneeling, while making a mental note to come back later after it’d had a chance to dry, to vacuum it.
After placing fresh sheets onto the bed, and making it up to a standard that could pass a military inspection—it seemed that Xander remembered that bit of his army memories just as well as he remembered the saluting bits—she took the dirty sheets to their laundry room, and put them into the machine to wash, before going back downstairs, to report to Anya that her morning chores were completed.
Anya was sitting at her desk, in her office, reviewing her stock portfolio on her computer when Buffy came in. “I’ve finished the morning cleanup, Mistress.”
“Very good, Buffy,” said Anya. “I see that the analysts are trashing Apple. Looks like it’s time to buy their stock again.”
“Mistress?” asked Buffy.
“It’s a very simple rule, that’s been true for as long as Apple has been a publicly traded company,” said Anya. “When the professional stock analysts are excited about Apple stock, and telling you to buy more of it, you sell. When they are pessimistic about Apple’s future, and telling you to sell it, you buy. Eight months ago, Apple’s stock was over $130 a share, and the analysts were all saying that it was going to keep going up, so I sold it. Today it’s trading under $20 a share, and they’re saying it’s going further down, so it’s a good time to buy.” She pressed a few keys on her keyboard, and clicked with her mouse button. “There! Done!”
She smiled up at Buffy. “Making money makes me horny, would you like to help me out with that?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress!” Buffy bounced up onto her toes in anticipation.
“Good!” said Anya. “Get down under my desk!”
“Yes, Mistress.” Buffy got down on her knees, and crawled under Anya’s desk, and up between her parted legs. She could see Anya’s beautiful, bare pussy before her.
“You may lick me, until it is time for me to go to work,” said Anya.
“Yes, Mistress!” Buffy leaned a bit farther forward, and licked her tongue over Anya’s snatch.
“Buffy, you can play with your Reward Ring, while you lick me,” said Anya.
“Fank u ishress!” Buffy’s reply was muffled by having her mouth firmly planted between Anya’s legs.
Buffy was brought out of her submersion in the joy of licking Anya’s pussy, while the fingers of her left hand played with the ring piercing the hood over her clit, by a ding from upstairs. She pulled her face back a few inches from Anya’s snatch, while still leaving the fingers of her right hand in Anya’s cunt. “Mistress, the washing machine is done.” She moved forward again, to re-apply her lips and tongue to Anya’s clit.
Anya shuddered, and Buffy felt the walls of her pussy clenching around her fingers and her thighs tightening around her head for a moment. She gave her Reward Ring a twist, while pushing it against her clit, and her orgasm joined Anya’s.
Anya’s legs relaxed their hold on her head. “It’s time for me to get ready to go to the Magic Box,” she said, “And for you to get ready for class.”
Buffy was reluctant to pull away, but she did, licking her fingers as she did so.
“Thank you Buffy, you did a very good job, giving me orgasms.”
“You’re most welcome, Mistress,” said Buffy.
“Now, go move the sheets to the dryer, and get ready to go to school.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Buffy ducked her head in a tiny bow, and went to do as she was told.
Buffy walked with Anya to the Magic Box, before saying goodbye to her there. She continued on to her mother’s art gallery, a couple of blocks away.
It wasn’t open yet, but her mother’s assistant recognized Buffy when she knocked on the glass, and let her in. She showed Buffy back into the storeroom where her mother was going over the inventory.
Her mother was surprised to see her. “Hi, Sweetheart? What’s up? It’s not another apocalypse, is it?”
Buffy smiled and shook her head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just that there’s something we’d like to talk to you about. Can you come by the Magic Box, at lunchtime?”
“I don’t usually take my lunch until after one.”
“That’s cool,” said Buffy. “Don’t worry about bringing anything to eat. The food’s on Xander, today.”
“Is this about the Reward?” asked her mother.
“Part of it,” said Buffy. “We’ve learned some new things about it, but we also found out something else at the same time. Unrelated to the Reward, but you need to hear about it.”
“What is it?” asked Joyce.
“We’ll tell you at lunch,” said Buffy, feeling a bit guilty about putting her mother off like that. “I don’t have time, now. I have to get to class.”
“Of course, Buffy.” Her mother gave her a quick hug. “I’ll see you there.”
“Later, Mom!” Buffy hugged her mother back, and then jogged out of the gallery.
Once outside she let her stride lengthen into a full out run. She didn’t have a lot of time left before her ten o’clock class started. Fortunately, as a Slayer, she could run through the streets of Sunnydale faster than they could legally be driven in a car. She didn’t worry about what anyone seeing her might think: when you got right down to it, over short distances, she wasn’t a very fast runner. Any of the kids on the high school or college track teams would likely beat her in a sprint, or over any course shorter than a mile. Anyone watching her run past would think that they were looking at someone in a tearing hurry, but they wouldn’t think that she was doing something that shouldn’t be possible. They didn’t know that she would keep that pace up for the five miles that it took to get her to the UC Sunnydale campus. She still had time to slow down and walk the last couple of hundred yards, and to visit a washroom to check her hair in a mirror, and to comb it back into its proper place, before the start of class.
Joyce entered the Magic Box just after one o’clock, and saw Anya standing behind the counter. “Hello, Joyce! It is pleasant to see you again.”
Joyce smiled at the phrasing. “It’s nice to see you too, Anya. Is Buffy here? She said she wanted to talk to me?”
“Not yet, but she and Xander should be here soon.”
“Do you know what this is about?” asked Joyce.
“I do, but I think we should wait for the others.”
“Joyce!” she heard Rupert’s voice call out, and looked to the back of the shop, and up at a balcony that seemed to be stocked with ancient books over top of the door leading into the back room, and only accessible by a ladder. “How kind of you to join us!” He started down the ladder.
“Buffy said that it was important, but she gave me no clue about why,” she said.
“Ah, yes.” Rupert removed his glasses in a nervous gesture that she had come to know well, and started to polish their lenses with a handkerchief he had removed from his pocket.
“She said that you learned something while investigating the Reward?”
“Yes, we did, but I think that it would be best to wait for Buffy to get here, before we continued.” Joyce heard the bell over the Magic Box’s front door jingle and looked around, to see Buffy coming into the shop, with Xander and Faith. “And here she is!”
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