." Which of course you're not," I chuckle.He holds his hands up."Guilty as charged! But it did make me wonder about her." I wouldn't read too much int... that - if you'll pardon the pun. I don'tknow too many crime writers who fantasise about poisoning their rivals orcommitting the perfect bank robbery." Fair point. But seriously, don't get into an argument with her aboutpolitics or religion or anything at all controversial. She likes to playaround with people, twist their words. Sometimes she has. "Ah, little Potty's awake." Harry looks and in walks Beatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa's clipped and cultured voice breaks in. "The Dark Lord wishes to reward Beatrix and myself for capturing you.” She closes the door. "So we are to do with you as we will for the next two days before he arrives to put you to death." cla class=MsoNormal> Both of the women divest themselves of their clothing. "Since you put poor Lucius into Azkaban, I'm afraid that I haven't. He told me privately that this condition is known as 'First Year Med Student's Syndrome, ' because you read about symptoms, some very general and vague, and think you've got some awful disease. It would never last for more than a few days; she seems..."He stopped, his face frozen in pain. "Sometimes I think she's still alive. That I'll walk in here and Linda will be sitting at her desk, reading or typing on her computer." He took a deep breath; there were tears in his eyes.He stared at Lydia,. She had kicked the sheet off and pulled up her cotton gown to try to cool off. The crotch of her panties felt hot and sticky.Timidly, her small hand slid across her flat tummy and over the soft cloth of the undergarment. She hesitated for a moment, remembering her mother's admonition to not touch herself there. Curiosity got the better of her and she let her finger touch the band of cloth between her thighs. It was hot and damp. The touch of her finger on the firm fleshy lips, sent a strange.