The Jacket

He walked for hours. It soon became clear to him that Sunnydale WAS empty. The only people left were the Scoobies and the Slayerettes. Cursing to himself for wasting so much time on his quest on the streets, he turned to return to the Summers Home.

And that's when he saw it.

Bizarrely hanging off a fence like it didn't belong, there was a jacket. Andrew recognized it as a Varsity football jacket from high school. He always envied those jocks and secretly wanted to wear a jacket like that, because those guys seemed to always get laid.

He didn't know the half of it.

In fact, that particular jacket Andrew walked up to was a magical one. Any guy who wore it--and so far there had only been two--had perfect luck with women. As Andrew slipped it on just to get the feeling, he felt warm and comfortable. It was a perfect fit.

Andrew returned home wearing the jacket, feeling a new confidence. He just didn't know that any woman he talked to that night would be quite willing to help him lose his virginity, and do more.