“And it’s colder than a witch’s tit out there. Good thing I just hauled my ass from Anchorage, ’cause I at least got the threads to keep the cooch from freezing, otherwise my mood would really be in the toilet.” Faith added with a scowl at Andrew. “So, I’m warnin’ ya now. I’ll break your arms off and beat you to death with them if you even think of touching me.”

Andrew squeaked and looked pleadingly at Bernie. While Andrew was distracted, Faith grinned at Xander and gave him a broad wink.

Oh, that’s so not fair. Faith can play that card whenever she wants. I need a squishy red card like that, Xander sourly thought.

i always forget that your stories are not work safe. trying to keep the laughter on this section in i'm pretty sure i pulled something. also your andrew is fantabulous. i really dislike him & he makes me irritated.