Dedication

So the thing he had kinda forgot was that Gwendolyn Post was dedicated. Actually beyond dedicated. It would be more correct to say that the woman was obsessive. The whole lightning glove thing was proof of that, not that that had happened thanks to him. Instead it seemed that Ms. Post- her preferred way of being addressed- was putting all of her energy into studying him. Learning all the whys and why nots of Xander Harris. And also taking care of him. And after just one meeting with his parents had convinced Ms. Post that he was better off not being in that home. So he was now being studied twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, living with her in a home she had bought. There were benefits to being part of family that was rich enough to just buy a house at the drop of a hat.

Xander actually had to take a second. Someone... Someone finally gave a damn about him enough to get him away from his father. After so many years being told he wasn't worth anything and was destined to be a loser to have someone take the time to say he was special and was going to do something beneficial to mankind? It shouldn't have made him feel like he was going to cry but it did. Not even Willow, the smartest best best friend ever, thought to try and get him out of his parents house.

He'd put up with a lot to get that kind of validation. And if it came with a free room and free food, both better than he was getting at home? With only having to be subject to being studied? He'd gladly have a monitored schedule to follow, and a workout plan, and daily health check ups, and training with weapons, and studying ancient books, and a diet plan, and a sleep schedule, and testing his powers, and learning magic and then something and then something and then something.... and then something else. Ms. Post had a lot of ideas and was throwing them all out at the same time to see what worked and what didn't.

Which he could understand. Trial and error. But at the same time having to live such a suddenly regimented life was really draining. Just about the only thing she hadn't asked for was a stool sample. Which he was really happy about cause he was a little worried she would, she'd already drawn some blood just to test and see if there was something happening with his blood.

Considering his new memories and feelings about the new Ms. Post Xander was also a little disappointed that such a total babe who seemed to really care about him hadn't asked him for a sperm sample.

Xander rolled his eyes. He was such a horn dog. But it's not like he could help it, he was a teenage guy, he had hormones coming out his ears! He was with a beautiful woman almost every hour of the day and she was putting all of her energy into him. He couldn't help but have a fantasy or two about Ms. Post. And the idea that she would lend a hand to personally help him provide a sperm sample, her firm grip as she stroked his cock until he blew a load into a cup.... Xander couldn't help the tingle that ran down his spine or the twitch at the base of his cock.

Xander looked at Master P.C. and wondered if he should make another little change to Ms. Post....