He tipped his hat and smiled at her. She couldn't help but smile back, thinking if he looked this good with his cloths on, then what on earth does he ...ook like with out? She stood up and dropped her silk robe revealing her perfectly sculpted boobs, with help from her bra of course. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, she could smell his sweet cologne and wonderful breath. He placed his hands on her hips, rubbing up and down, she pulled away and started to unbutton his. I could see the confidence in Liv's smile. She had the reception under control. We just had to get to it.Tracey put her hand on my arm as she and Tony walked past me to take a seat. I had to remind myself that she was a grandmother. She didn't look like a grandmother to me. She would always just be my big sister. Tony shook my hand and smiled knowingly as he followed Tracey and the usher down the aisle.Mary Jo stopped momentarily and hugged me. "Remember to smile, John," she teased as she held. The end of my embarrassing torture, or so I thought...The very last visitor came into the store-room."WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" The old cow yelled. It was my headteacher,Mrs. Sanderson. She was a short plumpy 40-something year old lady, she had shoulder length black cropped hair, and a very stern woman."Hmmph hmmmphh!" I tried to plead my innocence, only the ductape on my mouth prevented me from doing anything but groan and grumble."Master Barkley, hm?! I shouldn't be surprised!" She. Thus when McGonagall had told her to keep silent, this had created no divided loyalty within her. Thereafter she had simply forgotten about the encounter. Her friends were mistaken to think she'd heard them all wondering about Hagrid's absence. Doubtless they had, but not around her. Perhaps if they had mentioned Hagrid, she might have remembered, and perhaps would have told them.As she pondered her reply, Imogen felt the rage building within her, the same rage that had caused her to lash out.