"You have to understand you are not my number one girl, Buffy," I told her. Oh, look. She was about to treat my weenie like silly putty.
"I'm his number one girl," Aya declared proudly. My p***s was saved.
"As long as I'm the first one he sleeps with," Buffy asserted.
"Too late," Aya said before I could find a more political way to approach the crisis.
"You sleep with Cáel?" Daphne teased.
"Yes, of course I do," Aya sighed in exasperation. "Why do all the girls keep asking me that? Where else would I sleep, but with Cáel?"
"Is he a wonderful and considerate bed-buddy?" Daphne teased. Ow - c**k - Buffy's hands.
"Best Daddy ever," Aya beamed.
"I go to sleep in his arms to the sound of his breathing," Aya got dreamy again, damn her. "If I have a bad dream, all I have to do is touch hi
