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Penance, PG-13

The demons were vanquished. The children were gone to their beds. The Slayer was victorious and contemptuous of his support. One shot of scotch was enough to wipe him out, and Wesley, to his never-ending shame, passed out on Rupert's sofa.

But now he was awake and needing to play the penitent acolyte, and the only possible recipient was asleep above his head. This could be difficult, though not impossible.

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He was expecting flannel. The nudity nearly changed his mind but once he spied his pound of flesh resistance fled. He dropped to his knees and worshipped. Giles sighed.