Doing tricks in the afternoons to earn a bit of extra cash. Oh yes, they’d be really pleased with the way you’d turned out wouldn’t they? A cock...sucking, cum guzzling whore. Do you think they’d like that?” She doesn’t look too pleased with my verbal commentary. Her pace has slowed. Too bad – I’m paying top dollar and I can say what I like. “That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do. "Makes it easier for us," John grinned. "Not really," Matt said, "You know how hard it's going to be to search the Hospital Wing for four tiny paw prints? What do you suppose we'll tell Madam Pomfrey? 'Don't mind us, we're just searching your entire ward for some carvings that were left here decades ago.'" Matt rolled his eyes. Albus didn't say anything as they walked back to the changing rooms. Matt was right. It would be extremely difficult to search the Hospital Wing for the. I tried not to roll my eyes and took out my Ontario Ministry of Community Safety and Correctional Services licence. I’m licensed both as a Private Investigator and as a Security Guard in the Province of Ontario but it’s easier to find work as a security guard than as a private investigator. Especially in Ottawa. The policewoman took my license and called someone in her police radio, giving them my information to check. A moment later, a second police officer arrived. A male, in his early to. Candy hearts. Scary.All right, so what was the worst that could happen? I trusted Meg to keep me safe from self-injury or major social scandal, but she wasn't above making me work for it. Or sweat a little. Obviously.I racked my brains for all the candy-heart slogans I could think of. Most were pretty innocuous, really. "Eat me" was a lucky double entendre, but as best I could remember most of them were things like "Kiss me"-- which I hardly minded-- or "Be mine"-- which I already was.Wait,.