Hermione was know starting to get tears in her eyes,“No Harry, we’ve been, doing intimate things, things couples do” hermione croaked unaware of...how Harry would take it.Suddenly laugher erupted from two origins in the room, confused, Hermione spun around on the bed to see Ron laughing to himself, during the time Harry had settled down.“Hermione, me and Ron have known for ages, like two years. We eased dropped, using the extendable ears that Fred and George gave us, we wanted to see if Ginny. Wasn’t that simply wonderful and sensuous, Petey?”Yes, I caught what she was saying about my poetry making her wet. I already made her wet and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.While still clawing at my sleeve, she had turned to the young man sitting beside her—or, rather, who was slouched in the chair beside her. I could tell from his eyes that he wasn’t fully here. In any event, he didn’t respond. He probably wasn’t tuned in on her frequency anymore. He had likely brought her here because she told. "Fo' sho', I feel you fo' sho'", she laughed. What's you name, girlfriend?" she said to me. My eyes turned to Odell. "Keven", I answered in a low voice. I felt Odell's grip on my arm tighten. "Finesse", he corrected. "This here be Finesse. Right, Finesse?" I hung my head. "Yes, Daddy", I said. The whore shrieked with coarse laughter. "Daddy! Ha, ha, ha! Odell you Daddy, sweetie?" she asked. Then to Odell: "Where you keepin' her?" she asked. "402", he said. "You know anyone lookin' fo'. That I know. Just let the girls recover a bit. Their fannies have taken a bit of a beating. Wanna beer?"The director handed Miguel a chilled can of lager. "Not on the job. I've got a reputation to keep, man. But you got any more snow?" Yeah right. Whatever."Like Miguel, Moss was a veteran of the sex industry. He had featured in countless movies, sold openly throughout Europe and rather less openly in the New World. He was a professional. Or, at least, insofar as this was his living. And he was.