USER: Simon simply could not believe that he was here, in the home of Sarah Michelle Gellar. The girl of his wet dreams. He still remembers as if it were yesterday. That crazed fan that pulled out a gun and tried to shoot her. Simon saw it just in the nick of time and jumped in the way. The bullet got him in the shoulder. He stayed in the hospital for a few days. Sarah stayed by his side the entire time. She had promised that when he got out that he was going to stay with her for a week. Well, she has kept her word, and here he is. Simon thought that he was going to be so nervous. His heart pounding so hard that it was going to explode, his stomach feeling like it was tied up in a knot, knees trembling, and so on. Not true. Sarah made him feel so relaxed and comfortable. They told jokes and just had casual conversations on the way to her place. Simon felt like he was talking to an old friend. "Well, here it is." Said Sarah. "My place." "Wow! Really nice place." Exclaimed Simon. "Let me take your bag." Offered Sarah. "Don't worry. I got it." Answered Simon. "OK. The rooms are up stairs." Simon followed Sarah to the second floor. "Here's your room." She said as they entered. "Holy smokes!!" announced Simon. "It's huge." "I take it you like it?" "Like it? It is almost as big as my home." Said Simon beaming with excitement. After Sarah showed Simon the room, and he put his things away, Sarah gave Simon the grand tour of the house. They ended up in the TV room sitting on a plush sofa. "...

USER: Simon simply could not believe that he was here, in the home of Sarah Michelle Gellar. The girl of his wet dreams. He still remembers as if it were yesterday. That crazed fan that pulled out a gun and tried to shoot her. Simon saw it just in the nick of time and jumped in the way. The bullet got him in the shoulder. He stayed in the hospital for a few days. Sarah stayed by his side the entire time. She had promised that when he got out that he was going to stay with her for a week. Well, she has kept her word, and here he is. Simon thought that he was going to be so nervous. His heart pounding so hard that it was going to explode, his stomach feeling like it was tied up in a knot, knees trembling, and so on. Not true. Sarah made him feel so relaxed and comfortable. They told jokes and just had casual conversations on the way to her place. Simon felt like he was talking to an old friend. "Well, here it is." Said Sarah. "My place." "Wow! Really nice place." Exclaimed Simon. "Let me take your bag." Offered Sarah. "Don't worry. I got it." Answered Simon. "OK. The rooms are up stairs." Simon followed Sarah to the second floor. "Here's your room." She said as they entered. "Holy smokes!!" announced Simon. "It's huge." "I take it you like it?" "Like it? It is almost as big as my home." Said Simon beaming with excitement. After Sarah showed Simon the room, and he put his things away, Sarah gave Simon the grand tour of the house. They ended up in the TV room sitting on a plush sofa. "...

USER: It had been a particularly hair-raising day; they had followed Cordelia's visions into the depths of the sewers which ran underneath the city of Los Angeles. And it was only her and Wesley. Angel and Cordelia had taken on a walk-in client. She was back up to Wesley as Cordelia was back up to Angel, though Fred suspected they had split up the way they had because Angel had a thing for Cordelia. They had fought against a few demonoid creatures, a species which neither her nor Wesley had any information on. A rare occurrence in and of itself. Although they had not surmised the weaknesses of the creature, bullets and swords and holy water did nothing, even fire did nothing. And before you say anything about the absurdity of throwing a weapon meant for vampires at the creature, it was the only thing she'd had left. When Fred found herself cornered by one of the demons with Wesley fighting off two more she had gotten desperate so she'd chucked a whole bottle of the stuff onto the creature, and then the bottle at it for good measure, it was still coming towards her. "Wesley," Fred screeched, the sound reverberating throughout the sewers. The demon reared back its arm as if to strike her down and as it did so its mouth opened emanating the most god awful stench, spittle flew over her and the floor and walls and all, and it stunk to the high heavens. Now she knew why Cordelia had sent her here instead of assigning herself and Angel to the task. Fred could say with absolute certainty t...

USER: It had been a particularly hair-raising day; they had followed Cordelia's visions into the depths of the sewers which ran underneath the city of Los Angeles. And it was only her and Wesley. Angel and Cordelia had taken on a walk-in client. She was back up to Wesley as Cordelia was back up to Angel, though Fred suspected they had split up the way they had because Angel had a thing for Cordelia. They had fought against a few demonoid creatures, a species which neither her nor Wesley had any information on. A rare occurrence in and of itself. Although they had not surmised the weaknesses of the creature, bullets and swords and holy water did nothing, even fire did nothing. And before you say anything about the absurdity of throwing a weapon meant for vampires at the creature, it was the only thing she'd had left. When Fred found herself cornered by one of the demons with Wesley fighting off two more she had gotten desperate so she'd chucked a whole bottle of the stuff onto the creature, and then the bottle at it for good measure, it was still coming towards her. "Wesley," Fred screeched, the sound reverberating throughout the sewers. The demon reared back its arm as if to strike her down and as it did so its mouth opened emanating the most god awful stench, spittle flew over her and the floor and walls and all, and it stunk to the high heavens. Now she knew why Cordelia had sent her here instead of assigning herself and Angel to the task. Fred could say with absolute certainty t...

USER: It had been a particularly hair-raising day; they had followed Cordelia's visions into the depths of the sewers which ran underneath the city of Los Angeles. And it was only her and Wesley. Angel and Cordelia had taken on a walk-in client. She was back up to Wesley as Cordelia was back up to Angel, though Fred suspected they had split up the way they had because Angel had a thing for Cordelia. They had fought against a few demonoid creatures, a species which neither her nor Wesley had any information on. A rare occurrence in and of itself. Although they had not surmised the weaknesses of the creature, bullets and swords and holy water did nothing, even fire did nothing. And before you say anything about the absurdity of throwing a weapon meant for vampires at the creature, it was the only thing she'd had left. When Fred found herself cornered by one of the demons with Wesley fighting off two more she had gotten desperate so she'd chucked a whole bottle of the stuff onto the creature, and then the bottle at it for good measure, it was still coming towards her. "Wesley," Fred screeched, the sound reverberating throughout the sewers. The demon reared back its arm as if to strike her down and as it did so its mouth opened emanating the most god awful stench, spittle flew over her and the floor and walls and all, and it stunk to the high heavens. Now she knew why Cordelia had sent her here instead of assigning herself and Angel to the task. Fred could say with absolute certainty t...