Are you going to look after my husband for me tonight?She was a bit dumbfounded now. Ah hm er…Oh don’t be silly Malika said. We aren’t little ki...s here. Just make sure you suck him gently, he likes that. And you, better be gentle with Sarah, unless she likes it rough that is, and make sure you bring me a picture of her. Love you. Bye… She hung upWow, now I’m shocked Sarah said. You have a cool wife. She’s really OK with you and other women.Yea, sure I said, just as I am fine with her and other. Before things could proceed any further, we reached our hotel by 7.My mom went into her room without saying a word to either of us. Then Reddy went into his room. I, too, went behind Reddy in his room. He knew I wanted the information about what happened in the scary house.“You did a good job today convincing your mom to go in there with me. I almost thought that you would fuck up, but you didn’t.” Reddy told me as he sat on his bed.“Then tell me what happened in there.”***(Reddy’s. He then walked over to the cabinet and poured two glasses of champagne, and came back and handed me one glass. 'I don't drink', I blurted out, but he reassured me it was just to make me look older, add sparkle to the photos, he was going to shoot some as I thumbed through his 'Specials Album', no need to drink, and besides, champagne was only 14% alcohol, more of a relaxant than something that got you pissed.I opened the album as he sat opposite me, I could feel his eyes all over me, especially. Harry reached for the cup and sipped cautiously. The scalding hot tea burned his tongue and he let out a cry, spilling tea all over himself and letting the cup smash into shards on the floor below him. The door to the bedroom creaked open and in came the beaming figures of Ron, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley. Here for a day and youre already breaking our stuff, eh Harry? Ron muttered sarcastically with a grin. Oh, hush Ronald. Youre not one to criticize about clumsiness. Hermione retorted, glaring.