She walks down the beach, listening to the birds in the forest. Her firm breasts bounce lightly with each step. She comes to the stream and follows it...into the forest. The sound of crashing waves is slowly replaced with the trickling of the stream and the chirps of colorful birds flying from tree to tree. She felt very calm, yet very excited. She walks along the stream, deeper into the forest.After about two hours of walking, Kat comes to a pool at the base of a small waterfall surrounded by. Hegradually fell under the influence of Molly, the senior maid.Tall, dark haired, very self possessed, she became his surrogate mother.A little distant, but kind. Always ready with a hug or advice to aslightly built, somewhat effeminate boy, without a male role model.Then, as time passed, and puberty started its onslaught, she becamesomething else.There isn't much sense in doing a psychological analysis to explain heractions. Maybe she had a deep seated dislike of males. Maybe it wasdirected. It was not the least bit condescending, not even when she said "adult". It was so rare that someone talked to her that way that she found herself responding to the words. "All right," she said, waving to the seat across from her impatiently. "Sit down. Talk." Thank you," Michelle said, setting her plate down. She eased herself into the seat and looked across the table, making no move to pick up her silverware. "I talked to Brett today," she said.Chrissie shrugged. "So you talked to him. So. After spending hours thinking of various magical ways to the chance to talk with Hermoine, he gave up and sat by a flower patch. Even if he was able to get to talk with her, she was not going to listen, destroying the whole purpose. Exhausted, Harry laid down in the flower patch and closed his eyes. With his sense of sight turned off, his other senses heightened. His sense of smell picked up the smell of flowers which gave Harry an idea. Hermoine's favorite flowers were lilies so he.