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As Giles considered the question of his new, unwanted and yet not-at-all wanting assistant, he paced. Normally, a thorny dilemma like this would drive him to his books, pondering the various considerations subconsciously while his eyes and higher thoughts were occupied with the blunt absorption of knowledge. But Ampata was so far inside his inner sanctum that he hardly dared to dive into the darker texts without a pressing need. After all he’d cautioned Buffy about maintaining her secret identity, he couldn’t possibly be the one to give her away…
He’d stepped in something. On something. Giles moved his foot and looked down to see what appeared to be a scrap of fabric on the library floor. He stooped down to idly examine it, wondering if this was some prank and if on top of everything else, he had to deal with some idiot teen being humorous on him. It only took one sweep of his hand to see that the fabric was attached to a waistband.
It was the crotchband of a set of panties. No sooner had Giles realized this than he seemed to detect the sweetly acrid scent of femininity. These panties had been worn. What’s more, the crotch-band tapered into a cord halfway down its length. It was a thong.
