He grabbed my legs, twisted them like a pretzel, and applied a painful ankle lock hold. I cried out in pain, and Brad asked me if I was ready to submi.... At first I said no, and I fought and struggled to get out of it. But he was strong, and had the hold locked on tight. I didn't want to admit defeat, but I was in agony. Finally, I realized that I couldn't escape. Brad again asked me if I wanted to submit. I had no other choice. I said yes. Brad released me from the hold, rolled me over to face. The boy would assist her in fulfilling her life in a manner of speaking. Where she was refined, he wasn’t. Where she was exquisitely beautiful, he was average looking. Where she wore all the best clothes in the world, he wore “rags,” so to speak. But all that would chance and soon. As she expected, he was only a kid at the time. She knew that. In the limo, she did everything in her power to make him feel comfortable. She smiled upon seeing him. In the limo going home, she held his hand. Once. “Sorry I wasted your time Professor.”“That’s alright, you weren’t to know. And besides, keeps me young.”“Say,” Harry suddenly remembered something. “He said Dumbledore was causing trouble at the ministry. You know what that‘s about?”“Dumbledore has it in his head that you-know-who is on the way back.” Moody’s voice was so flat it was impossible to detect what he thought about it.“Haven‘t seen anything in the Prophet.”“Rita Skeeter‘s death neutered them. They haven‘t even been gouging Fudge that. I could see the droplets of sweat glistening off her body, and I find a woman who sweats unbelievably sexy. I was pretty sweaty and I took off my shirt while working on my back and chest. Another 30 mins go by and she gets off the machine and walks over to me all wet and sexy. Her black shorts looked great on her and she white bra top was all wet with her sweat, I could not stop looking at her. She goes “Hey why don’t you help me stretch”. We head to an open area and help her stretch. Every.