Okay. I know it sound weird, but I am 23, and that summer I was a 22 year old virgin. I am kind of ashamed to admit this out loud actually, but I don�...�t regret waiting. We called it the night, but he went home with my information, and he told me he would call me the next day to show me around. I was excited for the call because he made me feel like nobody else had done before. The next morning, I was actually awaken by his call. He told me to get ready and meet him at the bar in an hour. He told. No doubt he was somewhere busily tormenting some child much smaller and younger than he. So Harry had taken advantage of the situation to slip out for some ice cream. He had to be careful about such things. If the Dursleys found out that he had any spending money, they would no doubt steal it from him.Harry fairly bounced up the stairs that led to his bedroom. Tomorrow, he would be picked up by Ron Weasley and Ron's father. Harry was going to spend a week with the Weasleys before he, Ron and. The few that didn't get massacred with the rest wished they were. Men were forced into slave labor to bare heavy loads. Women were used a playthings and breeding tools by the more uncivilized races in their troop. Children were spirited away for purposes that you still didn't know of, but doubted were good.And of course, there was you. You, who had been dragged into the muck in front of the tavern, a snarling lycanthrope hovering above you, ready to rip your throat out on the command of someone. " Okay, uhmm, how does that phrase go... 'are you a dyed in the wool lesbian?'" Uhmm, no that wasn't the correct phrase, but the answer is no, I am not a die hard lesbian." Alright." How sleepy are you?" Well right now I am quite awake." I wonder, you staring at a red bush have anything to do with your sudden alertness?" Ha ha ha, probably." Good, I want to go ahead and get my story out of the way. Everyone else has heard it because I had my own little melt down in Ms. Frost's class a couple of.