She realized she and Lavender were the only ones there, and that the sign in the window read 'Closed'. Now she was really nervous, she couldn't use th... excuse of other people to avoid the topic she wanted to discuss. Not that Lavender was expecting that topic of conversation, but Hermione would have to try and convince herself why if she didn't talk to her."Yes. Why are you closing up early? It's only three o'clock." Call it a gut feeling, but I think you want to talk about something private.". But you also retain your own independent thoughts, and my thoughts are not as innocent as I’ve led my companions to think. I’ve kept my adult drive covered; my desires hidden by quips and a ready wit, as well as pretending to ignore and cower when actual sexual advances come my way. Not that it happens often. But recently it has become harder to ignore. My mind wants satisfaction. I’ve started to think about some of my friends outside the Animorphs. The female ones who don’t suspect my sexual. You thought I was a masterpiece. You, the girl who stood tall and narrow, flowing in the breeze like a willow tree. The girl with an entire universe in her mind. The girl who had little but gave a lot. The girl with such a gorgeous face with thin, flesh-colored lips that were capable of more than my entire body was. The girl who was everything to me saw me as her world. You solved me. What did you see in me? What sort of fascination could even compare to how I felt about you? Why did you care. The factthis was for a factory job and that they had their own doctor was alittle strange. The doctor himself and the physical were extremelyboringly mundane. He tested her tonsils, ears, eyes, reflexes, and allthe stuff a regular physical entailed. She had to take a cup to thebathroom to pee into it for a drug test before she sat back down. Hemotioned that she could get dressed. Her clothes felt a littledisheveled despite the care that she had used. Her tie lay open againsther chest.The only.