These are the mid-class ramblings of three 17 year old girls when forced to suffer through an hour and a half of American government every day. This is an exact replica of their writings, unedited for grammar or content (as you will surely realize) to maintain the integrity of the piece. It is their hope that you enjoy their insane interpretation and review, rather than run in fear.

Trixy, Cleo and Roxy present (drum roll...):

All in a Night's Work, Part I

Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work. -Aristotle

Once upon a time, in a land far far away… (OK well actually it was in 1996 and it was in California!)…continuing…There was once a girl named Buffy.

And, okay- sure. She was the Chosen "one" and she risked her life daily to save the world. But, she was also whiny and she took for granted all the hott men (and…well, not exactly "men", persay, but fine male specimens, nonetheless) around her. Now, one day a new girl came to town. She was confident and totally in control. Her name… was Faith.

Faith was hot, to say the least. She had an effect on those "men" like no one else. She was stronger, sexier, and smarter than Buffy (and she had bigger boobs). But Faith had a little addiction. An addiction that had no meds, no support classes. You see, Faith was addicted to sex. Rough sex, sweet sex, sex in the day, sex at night. You name it, she'd done it.

She was a master of the "art of a woman." Men flocked to her to… learn… cough cough… and she… taught… them well. Faith was addicted to sex, however she never let herself grow to care about her "man" friends. Faith had never loved. One day she met a "man" who would change her way of life, and his name was Spike.

He was too sexy to stake, with his bleached-blonde hair (no… really… he actually BLEACHED it), Billy Idol fashion sense, and his incredibly chiseled jaw. And cheekbones. And chest. And abs. And… erm…cough. Yes, well. Moving on! His slow, slurred Cockney accent sent shivers down the spine of every woman. Even, surprisingly, a certain sultry slayer…

He was the only "man" in the town, quite possibly the world, who could bring her to her knees. There was, however, a slight problem. This vampire had a little, well… obsession with a certain someone. This certain someone just happened to be Buffy, the stupid tease. Buffy had a slight problem with Spike's bleached-blonde hair and leather, and would have nothing to do with him. This worked out great for Faith, as it made it easier to get to Spike. So, she devised a plan to get in his pants, I mean heart.

She knew that Spike liked to feel like he "saved/helped" Buffy in missions. Faith bribed another vamp (with her "teachings") to "attack" her one night right outside the graveyard that Spike lived in. so long story of attack short, Spike heard her fighting and came to help. Faith staked the "attacking" vamp and Spike noticed she was limping. He walked up to her to stabilize her… when she pushed him up against a tomb and started to make out with him.

"Bloody hell!" he said, well- moaned, anyway. He tried to resist; really, he did. But this brunette bombshell in his arms was unrelenting and rough and demanding and… okay. He wasn't so much resisting now as pushing her up against the wall, continuing their dance of colliding passion and connecting…uh… passions.

She leaned down and raked her teeth across the side of his neck, groaning, her hands slipping around his body to clutch at his back. "Spike, baby," she breathed into his flesh, "bring me back to your crypt…" he groaned his approval and moved his hands to her waist, picking her up so that she was forced to wrap her powerful legs around his now slim waist. She continued on his neck as he made his way to the crypt. "FAITH!" They both stopped what they were doing to turn and see where the voice was coming from. "And Spike…" continued the voice.

evil grins all around!