Umbridge liked better, Blair deserved his dubiousreputation as "the boy who makes Umbridge cream her panties" because theteacher frequently lauded him...as a student to emulate. Her standard rapwent something like this:Rufus [or Jack or Bill - all the boys had heard it], if you're going toget ahead in life, if you're ever going to find a girlfriend, you shoulddress more like Blair. Look at how neat and natty he looks. He'simmaculate. He didn't throw on the first clothes that he found lying. "I'll simply complain that I had to sit for so long," she replied. But she took her seat and motioned her son down, too.Jorgarn only wanted to visit with Leyota and Eslada but he immediately noticed the expectant look on the man next to Lady DeStrad. It was Eslada's brother, Lord Commerly. Jorgarn extended his hand. Lord Commerly was only in his middle 30s but his mother had given up the seat upon his 15th birthday and she had never regretted it. Lord Commerly had married later than most and. She surveyed the dingy little room she lived in. More like a large closet, really. A beat-up dresser, and old student desk and a creaky single-size bed (complete with broken slats). The one overhead light just added to the cheapness of the scene. Well, she thought, she certainly isn’t going to miss this. She sat on the musty mattress and pondered whether to leave a final note but decided not to. Anyone who would check out her life and surroundings would pretty much understand. She looked at her. My equally naked self would take turns placing my morning wood on the top of each female's head, whereupon they pledged total allegiance to my cock, and then praise it in the most subservient terms possible. The winner would receive the privilege of a facial, and the honor of wearing my dried cum on her face for the rest of the day. It soon became obvious on the streets of America that a LOT of fathers had taken the same approach.Another great thing was the freedom to **** my wife. No longer.