" Well, just take your time with it. You'll get used to it soon enough. Not that I'm trying to turn you into some sort of lush or something, mind you....But you'll probably need a drink once in a while when we really get rolling. It's pretty hectic around this show sometimes."Sarah nodded. She wanted to ask him once again just exactly what her duties would be, but she thought better of it. He did not seem to be disposed to tell her very much right now, and Sarah figured it best to just let things. And, no, not wanting children does not make you a monster. Nevertheless, if you feel that way, why didn't you ever have a vasectomy?" Never got around to it."I put my hand protectively over my moving child, to steady myself more than anything. "So what now?" I wanted to give you the papers. I signed them. Everything is finished and taken care of. That baby is yours, all yours. You won't have to worry about me coming around trying to find a place in your lives. I just... I hope we can forget. She had chosen a relatively modest gown for tonight's opening. It was a black, sleeveless, floor-length number with a neckline that wasn't as plunging as she normally would wear. Nevertheless, it was obvious from the way her firm breasts moved underneath it that she was braless. Coming closer to Jack, she twirled round once, and he realized why she wore no bra. The dress was backless, it's downward sweeping line reaching nearly to her round butt. "Maybe... Just maybe..." Jack thought, "This. Riddle, whom later became Lord Voldemort. They talked a bit, which was when Harry learned he was the one that killed Myrtle and blamed it on Hagrid, seeing as he liked dangerous beasts and had a giant spider known as an Acromantula hidden in his room. It was easy to lead people to believe Hagrid was the one behind Myrtle's demise; it was only thanks to Dumbledore that Hagrid was only expelled. After some more talk, Tom tried to kill Harry by summoning the Basilisk. As a Paresltongue, Harry was.