”“Oh you do, do you? Why don’t you prove it?”*Lucius throws the book down the corridor, watching it slide away from view*“Tut tut, you mustn...��t leave books lying around on the floor Potter, anybody would think you’re being disrespectful. Go pick it up. Dobby...come.”*Harry stands still looking frustrated. Lucius strides off with a victorious smirk. Dobby looks down at his feet, cursing that flame of hope in his heart that thought the great Harry Potter could rescue him from his. "What's the matter, dear?" Mom asked.I yawned. "Didn't get much sleep last night," I said, not wanting to lie to my mother.Mothers seem to have an immediate reaction to such statements, and mine was no exception. "That's what you get for being out so late las night." My mom had the uncanny ability to twist things around to remind you how you managed to mess up. It made no difference that I knew, and she knew, that my coming home forty-five minutes late from the mall wasn't the cause for me to. ??? It was the springof 200*, my Senior year, that it all started. Well,that I started to hear about it. It began easily enough, just some rumors hereand there, some whispers. And one day I was eating in the Commons (cafeteria)and did notice something strange. There was a table of girls sitting by me,cheerleaders. I was an art major so I didn?t have too much contact withcheerleaders or athletic teams. And after they all left, when one of them, apretty little blonde, who seemed to be dressed. My cock was getting hard thinking about my beautiful wife and Shaun together. “What now, do you have anything planned with him?” “No, but I know I want to be with him again.” I’d thought about what I was going to say next and hoped it’d come out the way I meant it, “I want you to too.” I paused a little more trying to think of the right words, my cock getting harder and harder at what I was going to say to her. “I think you should take some of your clothes and other things to his house, leave.