I get to my cell and I pull out Buffy's pictures. She's my girlfriend and I want to remind myself. She really was into me and she told me so. I'm not crazy.

I chew on some gum and then stick pieces of it behind the photos. I press it up against the wall and rub on it. It sticks pretty good.

She fucking loves me and we're going to be together.

I need out of this place.

I pull out some paper and start drawing my monogram at the top. It looks pretty fucked up, but I think she'll get the joke. Maybe she can read my letters while she's getting her legs waxed.

I'm starting on my third monogram, when I hear someone at the door. I look up and it's Maybelline. I motion her inside.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey," I reply, putting the paper back in the cigar box.

"So that's your girl, huh?" she asks.

"I guess so," I return.

"She looks just like that actress on the commercial."

"I know." I look at her. She seems sad and...something else.

"You mad at me?" I ask her.

"No, not really. I can't believe you told Lisa what you did."

"Well, Lisa looked like she had it comin to her."

"She's really sorry, you know...Faith."

She knows my name now. Okay.

"Well, that's something, I guess."

"Can I call you Faith?" she asks cautiously.

"Sure. That would be nice. What can I call you?"

"Well, roommate, for one. Before I went to the visitors station they asked me if I would bunk with you."

"Is that right? No one approached me. Why is that, you think?"

"I think they wanted to see if I was afraid of you, since everyone else in here appears to be. But I think our perv shower guard told them we were friendly."

It made sense, actually. Three of the seven girls whose wrists I'd snapped had been former cell-mates. They suspected I had done it, but had no proof. The idiots weren't going to tell them, since I could have easily snapped their necks as well. So I was alone for four months.

But now I had a girlfriend and a cell-mate. It never rains in California....it fucking POURS.

"When do you move in?"

"Pretty much now, I think. But I wanted to warn you that they were going to ask you. They need the space, new people are coming and all beds need to be filled."

"Yeah, sure, Roomie. Go get your stuff and make yourself at home. You a top or bottom?"

"I think you know the answer to that." She smiles cutely at me.

I laugh.

"I guess I do. Well, I prefer top, but you can have it if you want. It will be nice to have some nice company for a change."

"Be right back, 'Roomie'." And she shuts the door as she leaves.

This day is just unbelievable. I find myself chanting that moto-cross/drag racing slogan.

"SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY" with that announcer’s loud and dramatic voice.

But I still don't know her name. Wonder what it is?

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Her name is Julie and I'm saying it over and over.

"Uh, fuck Julie, that feels good....oh yeah, Julie, do it."

She's fingering my ass and sucking my nipples. She's on top this time. The bottom is good.

After I was officially told I'd be sharing my cell with her, she and I went to dinner and then set up her stuff. She had some pictures of Lisa and I put them up for her. I showed her the trick with the gum. She had a few things and I made room for them. She also picked the bottom bunk, but I kinda figured she would.

We're not the source of entertainment at mid-day anymore. But we're still the topic of gossip. Ever since people found out we were bunkin together, rumors have been flying all over the block.

All were pretty lame, but the one that really got me was that I was pimpin Julie out on the side.

They said I'd beat her if she wouldn't do it.

I actually found out about it when one idiot had her cornered in the laundry room. She had her pressed up against a counter and was trying to get her on top of it. She had been feelin her up and was saying some shit in her ear.

I had just walked in, looking for Julie, when I heard her struggling and whimpering. At first I thought I walked in on someone gettin off, but then I saw that it was her.

And she didn't look like she was havin fun.

Then I heard the cunt say

"Give it up. Everyone knows Max is pimpin you out. I just want a little sample before I waste my money on you. Max doesn't need to know. Spread your legs or I'll break them."

Well, guess whose legs got broken?

Julie stood behind me as I looked at the broken figure on the ground. Blood was seepin out of her pants and was poolin underneath her; a bone was pokin through one pant leg. She's lucky it was just one. But both were broken, I made sure of that.

"I guess your legs will be spread open for a while. Too bad you'll have casts on them. Can't see anybody wanting to fuck you like that. Or maybe they'll all fuck you, and you can't do anything about it."

"Max...I..." the cunt tried to speak.

"Max, what? You cunt."

"I would have paid you. A few of the girls said you let them have test drives before you made them pay you…I…fuck." And she passed out.

"I guess I'll have to 'pay' those girls a visit," I told Julie.

"I'll go with you," she told me back.

"No, you just find out who they are, and I'll do the rest."

And she did. And now four girls were sportin casts on their legs in the infirmary. First wrists and now legs. It's seasonal.

But now we're in the cell, and it's Saturday.

She's been with me for almost a week and things were pretty good with us. I told her about Buffy and the Scoobs, but without the slaying part, of course, and she told me about her and Lisa.

We were sunning up on the roof again today, but we didn't put on a show for the guards. Well, a little, maybe. We had both been playin with ourselves and the guards got off on that. We got off, too.

I teased her with that old song I used to hear, one my mom used to sing from the radio.

"I'm not Lisa...my name is Ju-lieeeee. Lisa left you...years ago..."

I actually have a pretty good voice, but I let it crack and whine when I sang it. I was just funnin with her anyway.

But after we showered and got back to our cell, she started to sing that song to me. We were foolin around and she stopped to sing it.

"I'm not Buffy, my name is Ju-lieeee. Buffy ...."

And I put my hand over her mouth. Buffy did not leave me. In fact, she was coming tomorrow.

"Shhhh," I told her, her clear blue eyes looking up at me.

"I know you're not Buffy. That's okay, cuz I'm not Lisa."

And I moved my hand away to kiss her. She got my point and soon started gettin aggressive on me. It was nice.

And now she's on top and I'm callin her name. I know who she is.

"Julie...unnnh..."

She moves her mouth to the other nipple, and moves her finger in my ass. I fucking love it.

"Julie, faster...." And she starts pumpin my ass with her finger.

"Julie...eat me." She lowers herself and flicks my clit with her tongue. Then I don't have to tell her anything else.

She knows my name and she's got my number, too.

I move my hips and assist her with her penetration. I love ass fucking. Giving and receiving. You don't have to have a prostate to enjoy it.

She slips in another finger.

"Unnnnghhh," I groan. She's really good.

She licks my clit and then pulls her head away. I lift my head to look down at her and she's got a string of my cunt juice and her spit on her tongue. She plays with it, pulling the string back and forth. You can see the tiny bubbles on them too.

Fucking nasty as hell.

I was gonna say "rinse" like in the dentist's office, but I didn't want to break the mood. It was too fuckin hot.

She takes the string and spreads it around my pussy. She lowers her head, and licks around her fingers in my ass.

"Oh fuck...." I gasp.

She moves back up to my clit and brings me home.

"God, fuck yes, Julie!" I think I screamed it.

I say that because we hear cat calls and clapping after I said it.

I look at her a little sheepishly.

"Oops." I say.

"Oops, nothing. That was hot." And I pull her up to kiss me.

She lifts her head up and looks down at me tenderly; she wipes some hair away from my forehead. She leans down to kiss me again and it's soft and sweet.

"I think I really like you," she whispers in my ear.

"I like you too." I tell her, caressing her butt.

And I do, too.

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"Do I look okay?" I ask Julie for the tenth time.

"You look great, Faith." She tells me, for the eleventh time.

She told me the first time on her own.

"You look great too, Julie." I lower my head to kiss her.

She's sitting on the bottom bunk and she's been watching me.

"Don't you think this is a little weird?" she asks finally.

"Yep, big time. But whaddaya gonna do, you know?"

I smooth the material of my shirt over my abs. I undo two top buttons, and then button them again. It's not right to tease Buffy.

"What time is Lisa gettin here again?"

"Same time as always. She's been really consistent since I got here."

"I guess she really is sorry then, isn't she?"

"Yeah, and I appreciate her timeliness. She hasn't been late once."

"How long she been comin to see you?"

"Nine months here, and two months when I was at that other facility."

Wow. Eleven months of Sunday visits. And some holidays too.

"She fuckin anybody that you know of?"

She gets this look on her face, like she's bothered.

"Sorry, Julie. None of my biz."

"No, that's okay. She says she's not, but I'm not sure if I believe her. I don't think she's lying to me on purpose to hide something this time; I think she doesn't want to hurt my feelings. Since I'm locked up in here and all alone."

"But you're not anymore, Julie. And she knows that. I made sure to tell her last week."

She smiles wryly at me.

"You sure did. She was pretty shook up about it."

"Well, alright then. It's good for her, ya know?"

She laughs.

"Well, I don't know about that, but it's definitely good for me."

I turn from the 'mirror' and look at her.

"It's good for me too."

"It's time for you to go now, Faith. You only have twenty minutes this time. Make them count."

"Oh, I can count, believe me. I'll see you in there then?"

"Part of the time, at least."

They stagger our visiting hours. They forgot to schedule me, cuz they weren't used to me gettin visitors. But Buffy made a stink, so they squeezed me in on someone else's time.

It was one of the 'cast of liars' that I had put into a cast. Her visits usually overlapped with Julie's.

There was double irony in that one. I loved it.

The buzzer goes off and I'm let into the visitor's station. We have our 'usual' booth at the end. I approach this time with butterflies in my stomach. Or those furry caterpillars or something, but I'm not slow or dragging my feet this time.

I'm seeing my girlfriend!

I quickly turn into the booth and Buffy is checking her teeth in the reflection. She's got her top lip curled up and she's running her finger across her teeth. She's so goofy.

She sees me and picks up the phone.

"Hey baby," she says, all happy.

Baby. Mmmm, gotta love that.

"Hey, doll face." Yeah, and I sound like a gangster gettin a visit from his moll. Dork.

She smiles big at me. She's got such great teeth. So white. I wish I could run my tongue over them.

She says

"How are you, are you feeling okay? You look great; I wish I could kiss you. Are you happy to see me? I'm really happy to see you. I was so extremely excited that I didn't eat all day yesterday. Did you eat okay yesterday? I hope that you did. I couldn't sleep all night, so I masturbated until I was raw. Willow found some good stuff on the net and I called Angel and told him he was a fucker. Oh, and I bought you some new pants."

I blink at her.

She masturbated until she was raw?

"You masturbated until you were raw?" I ask with both brows raised.

She makes a face at me.

"I knew I shouldn't have thrown that in. That's the only thing you heard, wasn't it?"

"Did you say more?" She did? No she didn't.

"I'm pretty sure, let me check." Then she makes that noise that sounds like a tape recorder on rewind. She's a dork too.

"Okay, here we go." And then she repeats the stuff she said in slo-mo. Sounds kinda like a fat man sittin on the toilet, talkin while he's squeezin out a log.

"Damn, B. Don't know how I coulda missed that. Guess I'll masturbate myself thinking of the sexy fat man voice you've got."

"Have you been masturbating a lot this week?" she asks with a look.

"Uh, no. Just once." The rooftop with Julie.

"Oh. Well, that's good." Then she narrows her eyes at me.

"Have you been masturbating anyone else this week? With your hands or your mouth?" she asks, eyes still narrowed.

"Uh...um...that's one way of putting it, I guess." See? I wasn't fucking or sucking someone else. It was masturbation.

"Oh. Well, me too." UGH! Gross.

Now I got visuals of Buffy sucking off that dead meat. Eeeew.

"Okay, since you mentioned it, got a question for ya."

"What?" she asks. I think her eyes are stuck in the narrowed position.

"Is Spike, aka William the Bloody, cut?"

"Cut?"

"His dick. Is it cut...you know, circumcised."

"Oh." She thinks about it, and now her eyes are looking up, like she's thinking hard.

"No, I guess not. It looks like Angel's, though. I guess he wasn't cut either."

"So they got the turtleneck thing goin. Okay, just wonderin."

"Don't wonder about it, Faith. Don't think about it at all, okay?"

"Why? Don't you think about me?"

"Not if I can help it. She looks a little too much like me for my taste. It bothers me."

"Buffy, I have to tell you something." I might as well.

"What?"

"Julie is my cell-mate now. Since last Sunday."

"Oh. You took the time to find out her name. That's good, I guess." But she doesn't look too happy about it.

"Did you hear the rest of it?"

"Uh, yeah, I did. Am I supposed to get you guys a cell-warming present? What do you need? Her and Hers matching pillows or robes?"

"No, B. Nothing like that. Just thought you should know."

"How did that happen, exactly? Did you rush off after our visit and invite her to move in?"

"No, B. Nothing like that." And then I proceed to tell her how it happened and what happened since then. Not the sex part, but the rumors and stuff.

"Well, I guess we could get you a job as a loan shark when you're on parole, since you're so good at breaking legs. Think your parole officer would accept that as a valid occupation?"

"I had no choice, Buffy. You would have done the same thing."

She thinks about it.

"Maybe I would. Not sure, though. But if I were you, I guess I would."

"That's all I'm saying." Good, she understands me again.

My girlfriend.

"So enough about me, I wanna hear about you and the Scoobs."

"Okay, let's see. Well, after I left you last week..." And she proceeds to tell me about her week.

Her week without me.

I'm watching her mouth and her eyes and every facial expression she's making. I want to burn it in my memory. I'll hit rewind and play it over later. Then I'll put it on repeat. She's so adorable.

My girlfriend is adorable.

"...but you look a little thinner, so I hope they fit right. We can always have them taken in, I guess. Don't they feed you around here?"

Her lips look so soft. If I could just get myself a little taste, I swear I'd be good for a month. Just one kiss, and I'd be set for a whole month.

"Faith?"

"Hmmm?"

And if she slipped in some tongue, I'd be set for two months. Three, even. And if I could get my tongue inside her wet-

"Faith!"

"What??"

"Stop it. Get your mind out of my pants and listen to me."

I scowl at her.

"I wasn't there...yet."

"Okay, well stop before you do. We don't have much time."

"You're right, B. Sorry, go on."

"I said, do they feed you in here?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you need to eat more. I'm going to send you a diet that I want you to try. You're not getting enough protein, and you're starving your lean muscle mass."

"B, they have shit in here for food. Mostly starches. You're lucky I don't look like Baby Huey."

"Well, I don't care, just eat more of it. But I want you to get more protein too, okay?"

"Sure, B."

"And I want you to start working out again."

"What makes you think I've stopped?" I look good, what is she talkin about?

"Are you?"

"Well, no, but still..."

"I can tell, Faith. Don't get me wrong, you look good. And really sexy, but you're a lot thinner. A girlfriend knows these things. And that's what I am. Your girlfriend."

Awww...

…I look sexy?

I grin and wiggle my eyebrows.

"You think I look sexy, B?" I unbutton my top two.

"Faith, you don't have to unbutton your shirt. I know what you have under there."

"Oh?" A-ha! See? She was really into me. I knew it.

Then she sings that Shakira song softly to me.

"Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story. There's the girl I chose, there's my territory..."

And I sing back. With my real voice.

"…and all the things you deserve, for being such a good girl, honey."

"That was nice, Faith," she smiles. But she looks a little sad now.

I need to get out of this place.

"It won't be long, B. I'll figure something out. I'll call my lawyer this week, okay?"

"Okay."

And of course, the buzzer goes off and Julie enters the room.

Can't I ever get a break?

Buffy glances over and she notices Lisa a few seats down from her. Same spot as last time. I guess they have their 'usual' booth too.

"You okay, Buffy?" She's still looking over at Lisa. I think.

"You may be my territory, but I've got someone squatting on my acre of land," she sighs.

I don't think she means 'squatting' in the literal way…but it probably still has the same meaning.  

"Buffy, I'll stop. It's not that important to me. You are."

And I kind of mean it. I mean, I'm pretty sure I mean it. What the fuck...

OF COURSE I MEAN IT. Goddammit, Faith, she's your girl!

"Internal struggles, have you?" She's looking at me sad again. Or still. I don't know.

"Not at all."  I mean it. I'm pretty sure I do.

"Well, it's important to me,” she says, “You're in here and I'm not, and I want you to be happy. That's it, okay? It's done."

But I know it's not.

"I guess I really shouldn’t want you to work out. It'll only make you hornier, and I can just imagine how that will be," she says, sighing again.

See? So I say

"Don't imagine it, Buffy. Don't even think about it, okay?"

"I'll try, Faith. But when Spike has me in his arms, all I can think about is you."

Did I just get fucked?

It sure feels like it. But I guess I deserve it. It feels like shit, though.

"Thanks for another visual, B. I'll treasure it."

"Baby, let's not fight. This is the way it is right now, we're both adults. Let's talk about how we're getting you out of here, and what we're gonna do when you are."

"Sounds good, B."

And then she tells me what Red found on the internet, the pants she bought me, the wardrobe she's putting together for me piece by piece, our room she's painting, and her little sister.

"Your what??"

"Dawn. My little sister. I was wondering if you'd 'remember' her."

I think on it, and it seems vaguely familiar. Like a movie I saw when I was ten or something.

"You mean she's real? I mean, flesh and blood, real? Not like an off-shoot of a Slayer dream?"

"Yep, real. Every annoyingly bratty, and extremely whiny, fifteen year old inch of her."

"And she's fifteen? I wasn't that much older when I met you."

"I know, Faith."

"Okay, lemme think for a minute." And I think hard.

Yeah, she's there.

"Holy fuck, Buffy. I remember her!"

But then I get confused.

"Let me explain," she says. And she does.

Wow. That's like an acid trip. With mushrooms.

"Glory is gone and you were dead." I can't even picture it.

My B was dead?

No wonder I felt so empty. That’s around the same time Angel stopped seeing me. The poor fuck.

"Is that when you started with Spike?"

"Yeah."

"I get it, B. You were dead, you came back to life, but you were still dead inside. What better person to connect with then another dead person? And a dead person that could make you feel, even. You had a connection."

"Yeah, but it made me look back at my life and search for the times I had felt really connected, and it was with you. When we used to hang together and train and patrol. A connection of life, not death."

"I don't know, Buffy, we killed a lot of things together."

"Not that kind of death, Faith. Dead heart, dead soul. Your heart beats and you have a soul. I need both of those things."

Angel has a soul. But not a beating heart. Fuck, I really do win this time.

"And it beats for you, Buffy." Did I just say that?

Oh, what the fuck.

"And it always did," I add. I can do this. Girlfriends like this sort of stuff.

"Working on your girlfriend skills, Faith? That's nice."

"I thought so." I feel a little dippy, but she seems happy.

"I'll tell you more about Dawn and the gang in a letter. Did you get the ones I sent you last week?"

"Yeah, B. They were great. I've read them over and over."

"I'll send you some comics next time too."

"You will? Oh, fuck, B, you're the greatest!" I can't believe how excited I am!

"Or would you rather have a copy of Hustler?"

"Comics, B, comics!"

She smiles at me. God, I love her.

"I love you, Buffy."

She looks surprised and then really happy. I've got skills!

"I love you too, Faith. I'm glad we didn't get cut off this time."

Hello Slayer sized sucky timing. The light starts to flash.

"We made it this time, B."

"We really did, Faith." she whispers.

I soften my eyes and I smile.

She's right. We really did.

____________________________________________________

I don't know what to do.

Every time I see Buffy or get a letter, I can't wait to be with her. To live with her. To love with her.

But every time I'm with Julie, I want to sleep with her. Play with her. Stay with her.

We rarely leave our cell.

She knows my body so well, it's like she's got an entire map memorized.

The Grand Tetons and Deep Valley or Flowing Springs.

And I know hers by heart too. Or by touch, really.

I can read Braille, remember?

But she's in here for life and I'm leaving in a week.

Yeah. A week.

Don't ask me how, but after a few months, Buffy said Red had found or did something on the net. She said she just needed to hammer out a few things, but she was sure it would work out.

She was makin a deal with someone. And it all depended on their willingness to follow their heart.

I guess that meant she found a bleeding-heart attorney that would take my case for free. Angel even called me and told me he thought they were on to something, and for me to sit tight and think about Buffy. She told him, and he was dealin with it.

I think he does have a heart.

Then a week ago I got called into the warden's office and he told me what was going on. He apologized and said the state would make it up to me somehow, but that sometimes mistakes happen. I lost him there, but all I really cared about was I gettin out and was going to be with Buffy.

And her bratty sister, Dawn.

She had come a few times with Buffy on visitor's day. Her memories of me weren't all that nice, but Buffy reminded her that they weren't real. But then the kid said

"Well, sure, my memories may not be real, but the facts still are." But then I got to complimentin her and telling her how mature she looked, and if I was a few years younger she'd a been in trouble. I told her I still would have wound up in prison, on account of her being jail-bait and all.

So now I think she's crushin on me. Just a little.

Buffy thought it was funny, cus after that visit, Dawn started painting her room, asking Buffy what my favorite color was.

She told her not to do it, but now Dawn's room is Midnight Black. She says it's like a cave in there and she needs a flashlight and a coal miner's cap to find her.

And Tara and Red are super cool. Red forgave me. I think Tara had something to do with that. And the fact that Buffy was now family. One big happy family. And gay, too.

But I think this really is a phase for Dawn, cus Buffy says she's got one wall with my pictures on it and one with Spike's and Xander's.

Well, Spike's are all make-believe. Empty frames with pieces of his Billy Idol hair where his head would be.

That kid really wasn't born normal.

Red had rolls of film that she had developed after I had turned on them. She never bothered to show them to Buffy, thinkin it wasn't the wisest thing to do. But she held onto them. She brought them out after Buffy had told her she was serious about me. And then Dawn snagged a few.

I wonder how many pictures Red really had if all of the ones gone missing turned up. I bet Xander has some stashed away.

Oh. And Xander has a girl. His very own girl. A quirky and extremely odd girl, as Buffy tells it, but still a real live girl. I hope he's matured some, and not so excitable.

I mean, he was decent enough but....seven minutes is still seven minutes.

I've had gas that lasted longer than that.

So I don't know what to do. I can't stay with Julie, but while I'm here, I can't tear myself away from her.

She's being really brave about it too. She knew I'd be gettin out sometime, but we both thought it would be years away from today. Certainly not next week. My sentence was 25 to Life.

I made sure nothing would happen to her when I left. I went around and scared the living shit outta the ones I thought would harm her. Had to break a few heads to make my point.

But I hear neck braces are making a comeback this season.

Kinda like a big choker. Very chic. A couple of dykes...okay, five or ten...were already in fashion.

Now if they got a little make-up in this place they'd all be the cat's meow. But they don't, so they're pretty much all still butt-ugly.

But the real thing Julie was scared about, was being alone.

Alone and lonely.

Living her Life term by herself. Lisa still comes to visit, but Julie thinks she's fuckin somebody. She seems preoccupied when she comes and gets real quiet. She's not really tellin Julie what's goin on in her life anymore. And then last week she told Julie that she wouldn't be comin this Sunday. She had some things that 'needed to be done' and was pretty vague about it.

She's probably crammin more cock up her cunt. I never really liked her. Julie's too good for her.

So, for the first time in fifteen months she's not comin...and now I was leavin.

My Slayer sized timing still sucked.

"Faith, what are you thinking?" Julie asks, running her fingers through my hair.

"I'm thinking about you," I tell her. I run my thumb over her lips.

She kisses it and says

"Don't. Think about Buffy." And then she starts to cry.

Just soft tears at first, but then a little bit harder. She turns her face into the pillow. I think she's embarrassed.

"Come on Julie, don't cry. I'll come to visit you all the time."

She doesn't answer, she just cries quietly into the pillow.

I stroke her hair and place soft kisses on her cheek. I lie down next to her and pull her in my arms. She sobs gently into my neck, attempting to still herself. She's trying not to upset me, to take away from my happiness of leaving next week.

She's such a good girl.

"I'll visit you every Sunday. I promise. Until the day I die."

And I mean it. And I know that she knows that I do.

She turns her head and I kiss the tears from her clear blue eyes.

She's beautiful.

I know she's not Buffy, but she's beautiful.

I start to regret all the times I kept my eyes closed with her.

"Faith?" she finally whispers.

"Hmm, baby?"

"Do you...love me?" She's suddenly shy now.

"Yes, I do." I kiss her lips.

"Like you love Buffy?"

"No, baby...like I love Julie."

She puts her arms around my neck and pulls herself into me.

"I love you too. And not like Lisa, like Faith."

And it's okay.

She's not Buffy and I'm not Lisa, and it's still okay.

So like the last four nights, we made love. We know what it is now. We know what to call it.

And it's okay.

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The guard had informed me that Buffy was in the warden's office and they were sorting out paper work. I guess she was in there with my new attorney. I think he was a high profile type and did this to make himself feel better for all the scum he had defended.

People like me.

The warden musta been impressed, because he escorted me to processing area personally. I gotta hand it to Red, she's sure a wiz on that net. She found me a good one.

I had left Julie in the cell. We had said our goodbyes earlier by making love all morning and all through the night before.

She knew I was coming to see her on Sunday and every Sunday after that, for as long as I lived. Which hopefully is a long time, but I got my doubts, with me being a Slayer and all.

But she doesn't know that, and I sure wasn't about to tell her.

When I was leavin, the alarm sounded and she was forced to go line up for a head count. They do this every once in a while, but today we had some more prisoners comin in. They make us all stand in line, on either side, when they walk through the place. I think it was to scare the shit outta the new meat.

And they were definitely new meat.

I hoped they bunked a new fish in with Julie. Someone who's not jaded and toughened yet. Maybe she won't be so lonely if she got someone decent like herself. But the chances were slim. Most of the fish deserved to be in here, and then some.

They processed my papers and I was told Buffy was waiting for me outside. I can't wait to see her and to thank my new attorney.

Buffy obviously got him to listen to his heart after all.

I watched as the prisoners lined up. I found Julie and she was lookin over towards me. She gave me a brave little smile.

I noticed the other prisoners gave her some space. No one tried to crowd her or get fresh with her. I guess my technique worked.

Then the cat-calling started. Hootin and hollerin.

The new meat was just ushered in and they were all walking with their bed linens and blankets in their hands. They all had their heads down, afraid to draw attention to themselves.

Except for one.

"Julie!!" she cried out.

I looked at the girl and then looked over at Julie.

"Oh my god, Lisa!!" she cried back.

And then I cried. God bless her, that Buffy.

Buffy got the girl to follow her heart.

And it led her right into here.

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"Hurry up, Faith, we're gonna be late!"

"I'm hurrying, B, where'd you put my pants last night?"

"You mean these?" the teenager says, looking behind the couch.

"Oh, well throw them up here, will ya?" I'm staring at her from the top of the stairs. She stares back.

"Get them yourself," says the brat, walking into the kitchen.

"Buffy..." I whine.

"Oh Faith, for god's sake, just come downstairs already. Nobody cares if you're in your underwear."

I slide down the banister on my bare ass.

"Not wearin underwear today, goin commando."

"If I have to pick splinters out of your ass one more time..."

"Relax, B, I waxed the fucker."

"The banister or your ASS?" yells the mutant teenager.

"I'll wax your face with my ass, you brat."

"You're as bad as she is," Buffy says, shaking her head at me.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are!" yells the idiot child.

"I guess the honeymoon is over, huh, B? She got over her crush real fast."

"I NEVER had a crush on you, you leave-your-pants-behind-the-couch tramp!"

"I think it's morphed into genuine love, Faith. She's jealous."

"I am not, Buffy, you take-the-pants-off-the-tramp-and-leave-them-behind-the-couch-so-impressionable- teenagers-like-ME-will-need-therapy-and-question-their-own-sexuality-for-life, SISTER of mine!"

"Damn, B, with a mouth like that, she could support us all with a career in porn. She can sure fit a lot in it."

"I hate you!" And we hear the kitchen door open and slam shut.

"Get your ass in those pants or we'll be late."

"What time you schedule the visit for?" I pull my pants up and grab my boots.

"The same as always, Faith. You know Julie likes consistency."

"Well, fire up the car then, let's motor."

We're going to see the happy jail birds. And they really were happy. Prison or no prison.

Buffy had started talking to Lisa a few months before I got out.

She waited for her in the parking lot after visiting me once.

She knew their situation, and she had always noticed the look of sadness and pain on Lisa's face after visiting Julie.

Buffy said she looked like a woman with regrets, a lot like herself. She had to talk to her.

They had started going to diners afterwards, talking and telling each other about the things they would have done differently, if they could have.

She also told Buffy that if she could, and if she had the balls for it, she would have killed somebody just to get herself inside the pen.

But Buffy knew she didn't really mean it. But she also knew that she was serious about spending her life in jail with Julie.

So they started thinking. And then Red came up with the idea of switching places. Not our bodies, literally, like with me and Buffy and the gizmo the mayor had left me.

But by taking my place.

Buffy, Red, Giles, and Angel decided to trust Lisa with the truth. Slayers, vamps, demons and Alan Finch. And how much I was needed to do good in the world. I could make up for my crimes on the outside better than I could on the inside.

The kicker is Lisa once lived in Sunnydale.

In fact, she went to Sunnydale High. She was a transfer student and had only missed graduation because her school files never made it over in time, so she was not allowed to join in the ceremony.

She had her cap and gown and everything, but the files were late and just never got there in time.

Talk about timing. Bad timing that turned out to be good.

After the whole massacre went down, she and her parents left Sunny D and found a new place for them to live. That's where she met Julie. And they became sweethearts on and since the day they met.

She told Buffy that she had the affair because she started having doubts about her sexuality.

She had only been with Julie, and thought she really hadn't given guys a real chance. She had met the poor guy at a training session, and he was nice and sweet and really into her.

She was going to break it off with him that very day.

But then one thing led to another, and she was giving him one last goodbye fuck.

And it really was a goodbye fuck.

Goodbye boyfriend, goodbye girlfriend, goodbye any chance for a happy life.

They were all fucked.

But she did remember reading and seeing the news about Alan.

Red was able to do some things on the internet; changing and rearranging some files on the police report. She also found Lisa's files from her other school and switched them with mine. We thought ours had all been lost when the school blew apart, but there they were, on the net.

Like anything else you'd ever need to find. Computers are fuckin scary.

Plus the description of me could fit Lisa --if they really wanted it to-- so she turned herself in, saying she found Jesus and he told her to make things right.

She told them that she was a strung out kid at the time, and that she was turning tricks for money and rollin the guys afterwards for more cash. She said Alan wasn't buying, and she freaked out and grabbed a piece of crate and went psycho on him. When she saw what she had done, she split. She thought she had left him there, wallet and all. She had no idea how he wound up in the water. It was all a blur.

But what convinced the police to believe her, was when she admitted to killing the professor who studied volcanoes.

She said she was trying to break in, but he answered the door and she freaked out again.

She got two Life sentences without parole, back to back.

And she couldn't be any happier.

The police and the new mayor's office were willing to accept her confession. They were afraid the media would find out, and cast a shadow on their new administration.

They were still recovering from the old one.

Funny thing is, in all their hurry to get this over with, nobody bothered to question my confession.

I guess B and Red know their town pretty well.

And the corruption that laid within it. Just like with all big institutions, you can't always trust em.

Just look at The Watcher's Council.

But paperwork is always slow, so that's why it took three weeks to get me out. Thank god for red tape. It gave me and Julie time to realize how much we cared about each other, and how much we wanted for the other to be happy.

We've been visiting them now for two months. Every Sunday.

And yeah, that's how long I've been out.

I got a 'job' with Xander and his construction crew. I work like a horse, or an ASS, if you listen to Dawnie, and do the work of ten men. I'm up for supervisor now.

It's even kinda fun. I can't believe I get paid for it.

And Spike. Spike, Mr. William the Bloody, Spike.

He still hangs around and all that. He's real good with Dawnie, and the brat seems to love him and stuff. When she starts workin our nerves, we send her over to his place for a while. She comes back all starry eyed and pretty much bearable again. But just barely.

Spike. Dead Man Walking, Spike. Go figure.

But I guess if I was into fuckin dead things, I'd a gone for it myself. Maybe. Not really into turtlenecks so much.

More of a V-neck kinda gal who likes cleavage.

So... how ya like them apples? Pretty wicked, huh?

But I got melons on my mind right now. And Buffy's cleavage.

I'm feelin her up while she's drivin.

"Faith," she breathes, trying to keep the steering wheel straight.

"Mmmm," I have her shirt open and a tender nipple in my mouth.

She's still a little sore from last night.

"Baby, if you don't stop, I'll have to pull the car over again."

I keep nibbling, tender little kisses with a lot of tongue.

"Mmm-hmmm!" I respond. We're not late.

We always leave early, givin us time to fool around on the way.

That's what she was complainin about. I cut our foolin around time down by five minutes.

I can still count, you know, and I know these things.

"Faith, I already pulled this car over once, if you don't stop, I'll have to pull us over again."

And?

We always stop twice on the way up, and twice on the way back.

Julie's not the only one who likes consistency.

I slip my hand to her crotch and start rubbin her. She weaves the car.

Another driver swerves by, this one honking his horn and screaming out the window.

"Fucking Sunday drivers!!!"

Hmm…I wonder if that's how the expression got started?

"I guess I better pull over," she sighs.

"I guess you better," I muffle into her breast.

Buffy pulls over and finds a nice spot under a tree. I love this highway.

She turns off the ignition and looks at me. I look up with a nipple in my mouth.

"Whnmp?" And I suck again.

"You are in so much trouble."

She pulls the lever by her side and the seat folds backwards.

No, I'm not. She is.

I move my body so I can kiss her, my hand pulling down her zipper. She never put her panties back on from last time, so access is free and easy. I slip a finger in her pants and run it up her snatch.

She's so wet, it slides in by itself. I start usin it.

"Mmmm," she moans in my mouth, raising her hips with my thrusts.

Buffy is horny 24/7. I knew we were meant for each other.

She takes her hands and begins massaging my back, then her fingers start pulling at my shirt. I break the kiss so she can lift it off of me. I'm not wearing a bra. I know better.

She puts her hands under my pits and hauls me up, taking one of my own nipples into her mouth. I groan.

"Unh," She's got such a nice mouth. And a pretty mean tongue.

She starts licking me up with it.

"Yeah baby, I love that," I breathe looking down at her.

She thrusts harder against my finger, letting me know she wants another one.

But I give her two. Nothing but the best for my girl.

"Nnnngh, oh Faith," she gasps against my breast.

She grabs my waistband and tugs my pants down. I was already unzipped and prepared for her.

Like a Boy Scout.

She slides the back of her hand between my legs and starts rubbin me with her wrist and knuckles. It opens me up.

"Stick it in," I tell her roughly. But she doesn't.

We still have a little bit of a control issue.

The fact that she has it and I don't.

Not much, anyway.

"Baby," I urge her.

She ignores me, moving her mouth to my other nipple. She keeps using that mean tongue of hers.

I stop moving my fingers in her pussy and take them out. She immediately places three fingers inside me.

Yeah, I'm the boss now.

I put my fingers back into her pussy and we start fuckin each other.

See, oral is a little hard to do in a compact sized car.

Don't get me wrong, we've done it, but Buffy doesn't seem to appreciate the nice little imprint the steering wheel leaves on her back.

She's such a wuss sometimes.

I move my hand to her breast and start rubbin the tip of her nipple with my thumb. I cup her breast with the rest of my hand.

I give it a squeeze.

She bites down on my nipple and I shudder against her mouth.

I'm still a little sore too, but I can take it. I'm no wuss.

I pull my hand up from her pussy and start rubbin her wet snatch with it. I run it up and down her clit and then plunge back inside. I do it again and again.

I do it one more time and then...

She copies me.

Cheater.

I tear my nipple from her mouth and start kissin her, she moves her free hand to my breast and starts rubbin my nipple with her thumb and squeezin the rest of it with her hand.

Big time cheater.

But I don't mind, and I let her know.

"Copy cat," I murmur, purring and licking her ear. I start humpin her hand with my hips.

"Monkey see, monkey do," she murmurs back, and turns her head to kiss me.

We hurry it along, groaning with each other as we mirror our movements. I come first, but she's right behind me. I kiss her softly as I wait for her to finish.

"I love you, Buffy." I whisper, using my skills.

"I love you too, now get off me," she says, and pushes me away.

We still gotta work on hers a little. I'm not Spike, after all.

But I say

"Damn, B, gotta love a girl who doesn't need to be held after."

She makes a face at me.

I'm kiddin, cus she's a big time cuddler. With me, anyway.

And I'm pretty good doin the spoon thing myself.

She fires up the engine and speeds off onto the highway. She leaves a little rubber, too.

Yeah, we better motor or we really will be late.

My Chim-Chim turns into Speed Racer as we peel our way down the road.

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"Oooo, that's really nice, Lisa!" Buffy exclaims into the phone.

I look at Julie cus I don't know what Lisa's doin.

"She's flexing her bicep, Faith. She's been doing Buffy's diet and working out a lot," she says. We both roll our eyes.

Yeah, B and Lisa are thick as thieves. Or two con-artists, actually.

"She gettin real buff now?" I ask Julie. She shakes her head.

"No, not really. She has put on some muscle, though. It looks good on her."

"I bet she looks good on you, too." I say smiling.

She blushes a little. It looks great with her tan.

Julie and Lisa took up where we left off. They get the same perks that Julie and I used to get.

Nude sun bathin and showers.

"You look good too, Faith. You have that flushed look you used to get after we just had sex. I remember that look. You and Buffy been consistent so far today?"

"I remember how you looked, too. All sexy and breathless...and yep. Gonna get even more flushed on the way home."

"Of course you will. And then after you get home too."

"You know it. Hey, you guys work out that problem yet?"

"Sorta. But she still gets pissed when people call her Max junior."

I laugh.

"Yeah, well, she's got two Life times to get over it."

"And it just may take that long, Faith. It already feels like an eternity to me," she sighs.

But then she smiles. She's kidding.

"So you guys are still pretty happy then?"

"Yeah, the happiest we've ever been. Even before I got locked up in here."

"Us, too. Well, I am at least. I hope Buffy is."

"I'm sure she is, Faith. You're kinda hard not to love. But everything takes some adjusting. You've got a new home and a new family, and she's got her territory back. You've got your freedom now and we don't. But it will all work out okay."

I know it was Lisa's decision, but I still feel a little guilty.

But luckily, Lisa adjusted pretty quickly to the joint. She was familiar with prison life because of all the things Julie had written and told her about it. She was a martial arts instructor so she could take care of herself, plus Buffy had taught her a few moves as well. She was probably the toughest chick on the block.

But in bed she still got a little whiny.

Julie had picked up a few moves of her own, having been with me all those months. Lisa loved it, but afterwards got insecure about how Julie had learned them. I guess their sex used to be somewhat vanilla.

So she tried to butch up her own technique, but looked really stupid doin em. Julie told her to just be herself, that 'Max' was gone and that 'Max junior' didn't exist.

She was Lisa, her sweetheart from High School.

"How's Buffy doing with it?"

"Oh, well, you know..."

I told Julie that Buffy has trouble with it from time to time as well. Like if I had my eyes closed, or if I spent too much time between her legs.

Which I have a tendency of doing.

She wants me to keep my eyes open, which I always do now, cuz she wants me to know who I'm with. But I still have a little trouble comin up from her thighs.

It's nice there.

She'll say

"What color are my eyes?"

She'll even ask it when I'm eatin her.

I think I'm gonna wear a little hat that says 'Green' on it.

Or a Carl's Jr. cap that says

'Don't bother me, I'm eating.'   It really is a catchy slogan.

"Don't worry, Faith. She has her lifetime to get over it," Julie smiles.

"Oh my god, Lisa, that is sooo funny!" Buffy says suddenly.

Blah blah blah, Lisa, blah blah blah. Whatever.

"Faith, you really need to get over it," Julie says to me.

"Get over what?"

"Your attitude. You're sitting there making faces into the phone. I don't know what Buffy is saying, but Lisa isn't doing anything right now."

So right then Lisa slides herself next to Julie, plants a wet one on her lips, winks at me, and then she's gone.

"What was that??"

"I have no idea," Julie says surprised, touching her lips.

"You're not very slick, Faith. Lisa can hear what Julie is saying, you know," Buffy says to me smiling.

"And you can hear everything that I'm saying. In fact, between the two of you, you can hear our entire conversation!"

Julie looks at me surprised and then looks over at Lisa.

"Yep. And don't you forget it," Buffy turns back to Lisa and she's laughing.

Julie and I look at each other.

"For two months," Julie says.

"For two months," I echo.

Yeah, they're thick as thieves, those two. Con-artists.

Julie and I will just have to write more letters.

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"So then I tell her, 'Spread your legs and play with yourself'."

"Like this?" Buffy breathes.

"Yeah, B. Like that, but wider."

She spreads herself wider and fingers herself.

"Then what did you say?"

"I said 'Listen, bitch. If you want me to eat you, you're gonna have to do it faster'."

She starts fucking herself faster.

"Like this?" she breathes, a little harder.

"Yeah, B. Just like that."

I watch her fuck herself while she's lookin at me. Fuck, if prison was really like this for me, I mighta never left.

She watches me as I start takin off my dungarees. It's actually my construction clothes, but we like to pretend.

I still know how to pretend. Buffy is pretty good at it too.

"What do you think you're doing? Did I tell you to stop?"

"You told her that?" she asks.

"No, I'm tellin you."

"Oh." She gets really excited and starts fucking herself again.

She stopped for a second to admire my ass when I bent down to slip my pants over my boots. I'm naked with my Doc's on.

"I'm just gonna act like you're her and I'm me, okay?"

"Okay." Yeah, she's super turned on now. Her pussy is makin noises and I can smell it.

I crawl up to the bed and place myself between her legs. I watch her fuck herself. She's so wet, her pussy is splashin on me.

But I am pretty close.

I flick out my tongue and lick at her fingers. She's got two shoved up in her snatch and she's workin em.

"Slower and rub your clit."

She rubs her clit and lets out a moan.

"Ohh, Max..." she moans, breathing out the name.

"That's right. I'm Max and who are you?" I run my tongue up her slit.

"Ooohh, I'm Jane," she gasps.

"Jane who?" I demand.

"Jane Doe."

"That's right. You're Jane Doe, cuz you're nuthin."

"I'm Jane Doe and I'm nothing."

"No, that's wrong."

"It is?" she gets confused.

"Yes, cunt, you're Jane Doe and you're my bitch."

She gets really excited again.

"I'm Jane Doe and I'm your bitch."

"That's right, bitch, now eat me."

I move myself up her body and squat above her face. I rest the tops of my boots on her shoulders, my knees on both sides of her head.

I look down at her.

She's looking up at me and her eyes are half closed. She's making little gasping sounds and fuckin herself good.

"You're gonna do this right, or I won't eat you."

She lifts her head and plants her mouth on my snatch. I lower myself onto her and she lays her head back onto the pillow.

"Eat me, cunt."

She grabs my hip and buries her tongue in my pussy. Her teeth are hittin my clit and her tongue feels like a finger.

A long, soft, pink finger.

"Oh! Oh god, Jane." Shit, she's really not Buffy anymore.

She fucks me with her tongue while she's fuckin herself. I look over my shoulder as she does it.

Oh fuck.

"Work those fingers in there," I gasp. "I wanna see them comin in and out of your wet hole. Do it, bitch."

She does and keeps tonguing me up. Her mouth is makin noises and her pussy is makin noises and I start fingerin my clit.

This is gonna be soooo good. Her teeth bumps into my finger and I let out a groan, "Fuck, bitch, bite me."

I move my finger from my clit and her teeth smack hard into it.

I bounce a little on her face for more contact. Her teeth, her tongue, her tongue, her teeth, oh fuck....

"I wanna come now, and then I wanna come again. Do it, surprise me."

She takes her fingers out of her pussy and sticks them in mine. She had moved her tongue to my clit already and was lappin at me.

Her fingers hit my cervix and I let out a yelp.

"Oh!!" She pushes at me and then pulls, she lets go of my hip and slips a finger in my ass.

"Oh! Oh!" She's pounding me with both hands now and she's moving her tongue up and down my clit.

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck."

I clutch the top of her head as I spasm on top of her. I can't stop. Her tongue and her fingers and her teeth...

Oh god, I don't wanna pass out.

"Baby...oh my god, baby, hold up."

My thighs are clamped so hard around her head, I don't think she can hear me.

She moves her tongue faster and pries her hand from my pussy and brings it to my tits. She fucks my ass and uses her hand to twist both nipples.

I come again.

"Buff...unhh...Buff..." I throw back my head as it takes me.

She's so good.

I open my mouth and let out a groan...

"Aaaaaggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

...and all my air escapes me.

"Baby...god...stop," I whisper. I can barely speak.

"Baby..." And now I just whimper.

She broke me. Buffy broke me.

She finally releases me, and I collapse backwards onto her body.

I look up at the ceiling, and I swear I see stars.

Are we outside or inside?

She raises her knees and I turn my limp head to kiss her thigh.

She cradles my head between her legs, and I feel her raise her own head to kiss my pussy softly.

My boots are still on her shoulders but my legs have spread wider.

Lying upside down, backwards, on top of your girlfriend, will do that sometimes. You should try it. You could win a limbo contest that way.

So then she says

"Who's the bitch now, Max?"

And then she starts giggling.

The goof.

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So that's pretty much it.

It's not your typical pulp prison fic story, but it's mine, plus it's real, and there was still lots of sex in it.

But this one had love too. Inside and out.

Julie and Lisa are doin great. We still see them every Sunday, and now the brat insists on comin with us too.

We think she's crushin on both of them now, cuz she took a picture of Lisa's bicep and then wrote the name 'Dawn' with a heart drawn around it.

It's on her wall. And she cakes her eyelashes with tons of mascara these days. Maybelline, of course.

Buffy thinks we should stop being affectionate around her, thinkin that we were the cause of her behavior.

Not Red, not Tara, us. But I told B that just like she was born with it, Dawn was born with it too.

And I'm not talkin about beauty or the 'gay gene' here, either.

I'm talkin about weirdness.

Oh yeah. She was definitely born with it.

But she's still our kid sister, so we want to do right by her.

Family is what's really important to us now. And family isn't always blood. In fact, a lot of the times it isn't.

It could be life long friends, new found friends, a Watcher, an ex-demon or a vamp.

Even strange glowy green stuff.

So instead of a college fund, we started one for therapy.

We think it's going to be a life long endeavor for her.

But with family and friends and lots of therapy to help her...

Well, let's just put it this way:

We know we've found the key.

The End