‘I didn’t buy anything. There was so much stuff and I don’t really know what’s what, so I bought a huge pile of magazines, and I’m going to ...ook at them tonight and then I thought I could go shopping tomorrow.’ I cheered silently. * * * * * * * * * * * The next day she arrived back at five, looking exhausted. I came up from the kitchen to say hello and couldn’t help smiling. She was sitting on the bottom stair, her purchases piled round her, rubbing her feet and wincing. She heard my footsteps. She couldn’t tell anyone. Not just because it would lead to a ton of jokes at her expense, but because she couldn’t figure out her thoughts in her own head, and that scared her. It scared her a lot. Ironically she normally paid good money to get her head messed up, and normally after good sex she was at least in a mildly good mood, sometimes even letting customers off when they came into the diner wearing something ridiculous. Of course she hadn’t had good sex. She’d had amazing, life changing. “Well, couple of reasons. One you completely blew me off after our little chat. Not just that ignored me and dodged me. Second, you doing that goes against what you say and I thought that you should feel the effects of your actions. Does that make sense?” He replied getting right in her face. “I… Look, let me go and I won’t tell.” Paige said trying to free her legs, but couldn’t. “Oh no, no, no. There’s so much more to go.” Hunter said getting his money shot, her tits and face all in one shot.. As long as...Until just recently that in itself was in jeopardy. My cousins were all boys, my sister positive that her mate was a girl and as for me...I was happily married to Bill Weasley and trying for a family. Then the vaginal pains started and St. Mungo's revealed the worst news to me. Our marriage suffered and a painful divorce ensued.Husband-less and unable to bear children, I fell into depression. I moved back to France, staying in the Delacour Manor with my family. My mother cried with.