She felt a soft moan parting her lips and escaping through her open mouth. "Maybe I should at least see him," she thought to herself. "There can't be ...uch harm in that." The hands had stopped touching her, and she opened her eyes just a little to peek out of the corner at this strong, handsome gladiator. He had witnessed the obvious pleasure on her face, and when she looked she saw him standing at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips and a smug grin on his face. Her eyes ran down his. The circus tent that passed for pants helped hide his state."We both enjoy going to Hogwarts," continued Hermione. "And we both excel in at least one class. You're tops in Defense..."... And you are great at Charms, Transfigurations, and pretty much everything..." We both like tutoring," Hermione offered. "You were brilliant with the DA. I mean you taught two of us how to cast a corporeal Patronus!" And you were brilliant teaching me the summoning charm to get past the first task. Heck,. "I take it you are not a breeder like me." No, I'm a guide." And you guide breeders?" Pete was beginning to feel like a lawyer cross-examining a hostile witness. But Skip had promised to answer any questions - and so far he had upheld his end of the bargain."Yes." Answered Skip."Are there any other types like us, I mean besides breeders and guides?" No."Pete sighed. This was going to take forever. That was when he noticed the twinkle in Skip's eye."You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Pretty. While we were separated a man saw her and asked her “how much do you cost?” She was very upset about this implication that she was a whore.Back at the Jeep I asked the two men to help me get her up and take her inside. They picked her up and walked, or I should say, carried my wife to the front door, one man on each side of her, holding her up. Just before opening the door I looked at the two men and told them something wasn’t right. They looked kind of concerned like I was going to change.