You be sure he eats every last drop. I must head out and buy some thread so Ron’s robes will have no holes this year. I’ll be back in a few hours,...so you take care of Harry now.” And Miss Weasley floated her coat over and jumped into the fireplace, vanishing with a bang and soot flying everywhere. Ginny Weasley walked up the stairs, balancing a tray of soup and bread on her wand, mulling over in her mind what to do with Harry, now that they were alone. Walking into his and Ron’s room, Ginny sat. Louie thought it might dry up anyway due to the heat and those extra cars taking qualifying laps. A winged sprint car, with big wide tires, could pull a lot of moisture out of a track.That stocky pit steward stopped by our pit just then.“You’ll be in the second set of hot laps, and watch that speed coming into the pits,” he chided me.I shrugged.Grandpa shook his head. “You were fine. Don’t worry about him.”Dad had busied himself putting the hood back on the car, and flicking away what few clods. Second thrust. Powerful, sturdy, but very unlike the first one. This is like a hammer, rather than a spear. The powerful strokes bludgeon you, slowly, bluntly, and hard. Each time it strikes you at the end of its journey. You can already feel the bruises starting to form inside you.Your mouth opens in order to scream at the size of what is pounding in and out of you, but only half a scream emerges before another, warm shaft is forced into it. Instinctively, you start sucking on it, and complete. Even though I was an average looking geek with very few friends back in highschool, somehow she has managed to become the complete opposite. She is very popular with all of the "popular" boys and all of the "popular" girls in her grade. This is due in part to her being far more socially affluent and confident than I was when I was her age, but if I'm being honest, it probably has more to do with the fact that she has a fantastic body than anything else. Although she is a little short for her.