She takes some time to think, other things happenq

Jonathan had allowed Faith some time to think on her choice when someone knocked on the door. He knew she wouldn't knock so whoever was at the door wasn't her. And he was a little busy setting up a new orb. Faith had made the point that maybe Xander deserved some Scooby Gang tail.

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Levinson, my name is Gavin Park. I've been working with Warren Meers, and since you've eliminated him, I thought you might want to take his place in our agreement. I have the paper work here and also information on his latest two requests of are company. The resurrections of Joyce Summers, the mother of Buffy and Dawn Summers and Janna Kalderash aka Jenny Calendar, a gypsy and former teacher at Sunnydale High School."

Jonathan's head snapped up. Joyce Summers was a babe, and everyone in Jenny Calendar's class had fantasized about her. "He wanted them brought back to life."

"He had them brought back to life. They've been bring programmed for a few weeks, so they're up to date and they've got relax orbs that will allow them to slip back into their lives despite their deaths."

ANdrew wiped his eyes. He couldn't believe Warren was dead.

"Hey, Andy, what's wrong?" he heard Willow's voice behind him.

He spun his desk chair and checked out the three sexy witches. THen his eyes darted to Willow's suddenly enlarged chest.

"Like 'em? I decided that it didn't make sense for an avowed tit girl like me to not have tits."

"They're great. What do you want?"

"Well, you see that was the last of our magic supplies and we could really use some more."

Andrew was still nervous around women, so he prepared to have them put on a show. Then he thought about what Warren would've wanted.

"Hey Kit," the Summers sisters chorused as they walked the halls of Sunnydale High School. "what're you..."

"Looking at?"

The goth slut was dressed in a fishnest dress, with only a tiny leather thong and bra under it. "It's called S.L.U.T. Sexually Liberated United Together. It's all about fucking techniques and stuff like that."

"Welcome to Anya's Magic Box. How may I help satisfy your sexual urges?"

The girl had enormous boobs held in by a tied checked shirt, tiny cut off jean shorts and high heels. She was wearing glasses and had her hair in pigtails.

"My names's Fred," she responded in a played up Texas accent. "I'm looking for something to surprise my girlfriend."