Umbridge turned to Dumbledore at the head table, demanding to know why she was not consulted when the substitute was chosen."I will remember to do so ...ext time Professor McGonagall takes a day off," said Dumbledore. "But that might not be for awhile. It's been twenty-seven years since the last time she missed a day. But I assure you the fellow I chose is well-qualified - at least on paper." Professor Flitwick began to snicker, and Umbridge, knowing she was being mocked, refrained from asking. 858-555-2323." Wow, thanks a lot. I will call you sometime. Not sure when." Why don't you call me now. I am sure that you can use a friend, and it's 7:19 PM." You sure, I mean, we did just mean yesterday and all. Do you trust me?" Yes, silly, I trust you. Just call me." I did not know what I could expect. What if her boyfriend was there, and he was going to threaten to come pummle me if I ever talked to her again? What if she was going to laugh in my face, and call me a pathetic loser for just. In her mind however, she was dying to tell the story. Now that she was back home she sat down and remembered that first night.It was spring of 1973, she was working at Woolworths, her husband had left her. It had been a bad marriage and she would have been glad he’d left, but she had a two year old daughter to raise on her own. It was overwhelming for a twenty-two year old. Working between thirty-two and forty hours a week at minimum wage, she was barely making ends meet, she was forced to. The pressure on her back became too much for her to handle and she felt herself being lowered onto his cock. Whimpering in fear Anya felt his cock slide slowly into place, grunting Thor adjusted Anya and began forcing her down. Unable to stop she cried as she felt him tear her apart, it felt like he was shoving a batten into her pussy. Shhh whispered Thor against her lips, he pulled out a little way and went in further. Sobbing Anya resigned herself to the fact that nothing was going to get.