Angelle is mine....all else is Joss'.

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Embarrassment....the act of turning all shades of red as the man who you may or may not be falling for, oh, alright, may.....dumps the entire contents of your Aunt's homemade sex drawer on the bed and proceeds to investigate each one. Now, if that ain't enough, try imagining the sounds that are being heard over the very loud music is not what you think it is. Damn it, Aunt Lou Lou!

So, I stood pacing, ignoring the groans and screams that seemed to echo off my walls as well as the hallway and silently remembered why I hated staying here. Don't get me wrong, I love my aunt and her hospitality is second to none, but one can only take so much thumpin' and hallorin' before they go insane. I wasn't there quite yet, but Mal show my another of the thousands of products my aunt kept for me to try and I just might.

A buzzing from the bed made me turn as Mal held up a bright purple vibrator. "Tell me you never..."

"I like my pleasure to come from the real thing, thanks." I shook my head and threw a punch into the hanging bag. "Sure your little mechanic would get a charge out of it."

He glared at me for a moment before shutting it off and tossing it back into the drawer. "That ain't a bit funny, Ange."

"Kind of like a father hearin' 'bout what his daughter likes in the sack, huh?" I swung again with a little more force and the chains that kept it suspended creaked.

"So, you ever use any of this stuff on...others?" I could hear the hesitation in his voice like Mal wanted to know, but wasn't quite sure he wanted to know.

"You sure you want to know that answer?" I asked him, though in all honesty, I had never slept with anyone in my aunt's little room for me. Mostly, I wasn't a tramp and I didn't let just anyone in my pants. Hero worship of a certain Browncoat Sarge and a very hard headed untrusting nature kept me from developing much of those kind of relationships.

"Wouldn't have asked if I didn't."