Compulsive

Finally after a long day of school Xander was free. Those last few classes dragged by at a crawl. And as minute by minute passed he actually itched to get back on Master P.C. and do something. He'd almost managed to talk himself into using Master P.C. in class.

That had made him sit up and pay attention. That was more then just being impatient. That was compulsive. Bad compulsion. Gambling habit type bad. Don't trust yourself bad.

And again he'd had the damn idea to tweak girls he knew in sexed up bimbofied versions of themselves.

He held his messenger bag out at arm's length as he walked to his truck. He was going to drive home. Bury the damn laptop somewhere safe and try to ride out the need to use Master P.C.

Maybe call Giles. Try and explain all of... this. Course, he'd have to tweak Giles to make sure he didn't freak out about thi-

"Jesus Christ!" Xander flinched and glared at his bag. He was doing it again. Thinking about using Master P.C.

With a grimace he quick stepped it to his truck, he had to be alone and fast. Some place free from temptation. Some place he could put down Master P.C. and then walk away until these urges passed. Without worrying about someone coming along and picking it up and using it. Just him and the computer.

Xander stopped nodding his head. "Wait a minute..."

Alone? With the Master P.C.? With his problems with impulse control?

"Oh, fucking hell that's just asking for trouble." Xander gulped and getting into his truck the put his bag down on the passenger seat and stared at it. "I'd be using that thing in half an hour."

Staring blankly out the windshield xander gulped, "I can't be alone. I can't be trusted. I need an adult."

He needed help.