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Don and Buffy: The Sequel to the Sequel to the Prequel or the Sequel to the Original
Nine months and two hours later or two hours later depending on which part of the story we’re talking about now…
Don pulled his milk from the fridge and set in on the table next to his bowl of Honey Fruity O’s somewhat angrily. Why didn’t he just ask her to stick around for a while, this time? It wouldn’t of been that hard. He wouldn’t be so somewhat angry with himself if he was just able to ask the woman he’d been lusting about for the last two years out on a date. He was about to pour the milk somewhat angrily into his cereal when he heard a knock on his door. Opening it, Don saw Buffy Summers, object of his affection. Don blanked out for a moment as he considered how nice it would be if that was her official title. Object of Don Eppes’s affection. Or maybe: Girlfriend of Don Eppes. Yeah…
Don snapped out of it when Buffy slipped passed him into the room. The drool that had accumulated in his mouth muffled his speech somewhat, but Don was still able to ask, “What are you doing here?”
“I forgot something,” she replied with amusement evident in her eyes.
Confused, Don was about to ask her if she thought she left something at the FBI office or if she wanted her DVDs back, but was prevented from doing so by the pair of lips that attached themselves to his own. The questions he was about to ask floated away from his conscious mind as he gave in to the rather enjoyable sensation…
“Oh, Don…” she whispered against his lips.
“…And loving it,” he whispered back.