Disclaimer/Authors Notes – Don't own, don't sue. I've just spent the last seven hours writing and re-writing this chapter (by HAND folks) in a cold jury room where a hundred or so of us cattle waited to be harangued by trial lawyers and I GET SUCKED INTO A GRAND JURY. BLAHHHHH. So sorry bout the delay!

Im so happy to know that people love King's POV. I hadn't actually read a story from his point of view, so that's where I done got the idea. Oh and that delicious shirtless King on his knees…YEEEHAWW, clears throat sorry.

I hope this chapter sums up some unanswered questions…Im not gonna go into it anymore than that, because HAH, don't want to give it allll away.

Enjoy!

It was one before we reached the watchers place. Kenji conned Oz into driving him to Inglewood to pickup the supplies to manufacture the UV Bombs. Willow finished up what she was doing and high tailed it back to her dorm room at about nine.

In the meantime, I'll fill you all in on what transpired between nine and noon. Needless to say, it involved one sexy, skimpy black bikini. No, I wasn't wearing it. In the end I wasn't wearing much of anything.

Ho! Betchya liked that, huh? Well then, you'll love this.

After that very short phone call, Abigail went to look around the house while I headed straight for the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. Although we Nighstalkers are on a rigorous diet, in times like these I think Sommerfield would make an exception. If not, tough tidly winks.

Opening the fridge all I can find is Cool Whip and a loaf of white bread. Great. Two of the worst things a person on a strict diet can be eating. I laugh a bit and grab the tub of Cool Whip and kick the door closed, hoping there might be something in the freezer worth….ok come on! You know what I wanna do with the Cool Whip. All joking aside, there is nothing in the icebox, other than ice (which could be a possibility) so again I close that door and wander back into the living room.

I notice a hallway wall which has family portrait type pictures on it. I walk over to it, taking the lid to the Cool Whip off, and look at the pictures. Not one of them had Willow in them where she wasn't an infant or still in the cradle. Apparently her "family standards" weren't of the norm. Absentee-ism probably played a part in the non existent Willow of her teen years pictures. Us being alone in the house being a prime example.

I began licking the Whip off my fingers and turn back into the living room, getting ready to plop down on the couch when I hear Abby coming down the stairs. Her steps were light almost as if she didn't want me to hear them. I walked towards the front of the house and I let out a loud whistle.

"I don't think I remember seeing you pack that interesting….item." I mean, we don't pack, just wear the stuff on our back's and hope not to fuck them up.

She stood on the lowest stair, with her right hand on her hip and her left hand on the banister. She was wrapped in one of the tiniest bikini's I had ever seen in my entire existence. The top was a little too small on her, so needless to say it wasn't covering much was up for debate. Willow apparently wasn't as endowed as my lovely Abigail.

"It's Willows. I'm sure she won't mind, I threw in a load of laundry. Take off your clothes."

I smirked and stuck my fingers into my mouth again, sucking the sweet cream off them deliberately. I saw her eyes flicker to my mouth for a quick moment, and I let my digits slide from my mouth.

"A woman after my own heart. You know how I adore you when you boss me around like a slave." Since I was already sans shirt (and gun holster apposed to contrary belief I don't sleep with them on. That's just what I need, a hole in my junk), I handed Abby the tub of sugary goodness and began to unbuckle my belt.

I started for a moment when I saw that Abby had stuck her fingers in the tub as well, her eyes rolling back into her skull in obvious rapture. She was so caught up in the Cool Whip that she didn't notice me dropping my pants and handing them over to her.

"I'll trade you." I held my hand out and she opened her eyes.

"KING! PUT SOMETHING ON, WILL YOU?"

I snorted and looked her over once not letting my nudity phase me in the least. What can I say? "I'm cocky little shit" or so Kenji says; and he's right, really.

"Come on Kitten. Don't get all modest. You've seen me before." Though not on the brink of WoodFest 1999. "Why don't you go put something on?" She brushed passed me then, and began walking towards what I'm sure was the laundry room.

The cream began to melt a bit so the next time I put my fingers to my mouth it dripped off them and fell (how convenient) to the base of my…errr…King.

I kill myself sometimes.

Abby turned and began to say "I'm going to…" but stopped suddenly when she saw my hand reaching towards my semi-erect cock to clean myself off.

"Im such a pig sometimes." Abby rolled her eyes and watched me as I, for the last time, licked my fingers clean.

She was staring intently at my nether regions (if I were a girl, Id be lookin too) and she suddenly cleared her throat and threw me a towel.

"I'm going to take a quick swim before we go to the Watchers. Want to join me?"

And so, ignoring the towel, I walked passed her and knew for a fact she was watching my ass as I walked to the pool.

(Sorry its so short, I NEED A BETA, BADLY….E-Mail me at Serious Betas only, please. I don't want someone who is going to deter me from the original plot. Thanks)