The staff at St. Mungo's had been tight-lipped about the specifics of what was wrong with Harry, and because none of them were technically his family,...they had no reason not to be. Picking it up, she looked to see just what was wrong with him beyond the vague explanations she'd been given. “Yes, I know it was a dark curse, no shit!” she grumbled to herself. Scanning the chart, she read aloud “the Priaparus Curse, an ancient piece of magic meant to drain all the magic and life force of a wizard. He wanted me to show him his load in my mouth before I swallowed it all.... The days started growing colder and I still wore my sexy clothes underneathe my boy clothes while delivering papers. A few times a car or truck would pass me and I would flash them a little bit of what I had on close to my skin. A few stopped then kept going, I wasn't sure how, but I was determined to make my fantasy a reality. I was really enjoying dressing up as a woman and collected quite a large amount to pretty. This was how I knew this plan was going to work. I feigned surprise “Wow Mom really!? What happened?”She smiled “Well, I met your Father. And of course he didn’t approve. So he made me stop doing modelling. I always wonder where that would have gone, but oh well its too late now.”I smiled “Well Mom, you know you’re going to HAVE to show me some of your poses.”She giggled “Davey what’s gotten into you.” She said almost seductively as she bottomed the rest of her wine.I took the photographer pose. . Early on in our companionship, Max had lost patience with the slow speed of my response to his urgent communications about needing to go RIGHT NOW, and had jumped up onto the bed, his back legs landing heavily on my lower belly, one of them scoring a glancing hit on my nutsack.Oh, it had been bloodless, not nearly so dramatic as the high school locker room urban myth of the French nudist, ‘Claude Balls’, who’d been teasing his cat by dangling a toy just out of reach... But memorable enough to.