Standing, she dealt Ernie several stinging slaps to the face, each harder than the last. The hapless Hufflepuff sat perfectly still, making no attempt...to avoid the blows, almost as if he welcomed them. Imogen only stopped when Harry struck her with a mild Impedimentia jinx."Sit down!" commanded Harry, and when Imogen ignored him, Harry's wand work compelled her obedience. This took care of one problem, but Harry could see that if he did not get control of the situation and quickly, Ernie was. We grew to realizethat many of his liberal views in this regard are controversial, to say theleast, considering the teachings of the religious fundamentalists and theCatholic Church, as well as the moral beliefs of many others.With that being said, I'll be more specific as to our dad's influence onus. When Sam and I were eleven years old, dad felt it was time to give usthe proverbial "Birds and the Bees" lesson. He referred to it simply asthe "The Facts of Life." Dad was also a professional. As for my hogtie on the plane, letme tell you it was painful but I had something inside me to keep me company. Itwas more than my Scottish upbringing could handle and, well, that's all I'llsay about that for the time being." Moira nodded and agreed without hesitation to make the trip in town withher chained companion. They finished their tea and scones, chatteringexcitedly about their upcoming shopping excursion. Peter was also at workbut Moira said she had the car and would walk home, return. ' Taking her in my arms, I carried her to a bed of crimson linen, tore open her shift and gazed at her delicious body. Despite her deathly pallor, her embarrassment was palpable. My hungry eyes always caused her a rush of discomfort and, as always, she squirmed. 'Please don't stare so!' 'I cannot help it, my love. I have missed you more than you would ever believe.' Reaching out, she closed frigid digits around my boiling flesh, squeezed me till I could barely contain myself. 'I believe...'.