She’d just get a fine, if she got caught at all, and points or a ban. And it would be bad.”“Hot sixteen-year-old bassist caught illegally riding...a big bike to a rock gig. Photo of her and Faye astride it in leather minis. That shouldn’t be too hard to get media interest in.” I was slipping into manager mode quite easily.“Haha,” Alice chortled, “we’re going to be big, I can feel it. And don’t forget: ‘hot bi’ bassist.”“Okay. When are the others coming back?” I asked.“This afternoon.”I could see. Lashing out for no reason at people who've done me no wrong." You've suffered long enough," said Madam Pomfrey. "I think we should consider a different approach, and leave pharmacopoeias behind. If you really want to make progress, you must leave off on self-medicating, and place your trust in me. Are you prepared to follow my direction, and take whatever course of treatment I prescribe for you?"Snape, who had never trusted anyone except Lily, took a great leap into an unknown void."Yes."Madam. At least I thought I had. But when Mom remarried, I kind of went off the deep end. I guess it dredged back up a lot of shit for me. Now my mom had someone new. What about me? I went into a real dark place. My mom tried what she could, but insurance didn’t provide much coverage for mental health. A few visits with an overworked specialist who only had time to prescribe drugs was the best she could do, so I became a science experiment. Prozac was always there, but the therapist continually tried. Focusing on her clit with my mouth, I sucked it firmly as I slipped first one, then two and finally three fingers into her tight pussy. Soon I found my rhythm working my lips, tongue and fingers in perfect unison, driving Brooke closer and closer to climax. Her pussy began spasming as her body jerked and her breathing became strained, as I carried on my work, eager for her to enjoy it.“Oh yes. Oh yes. Yes. YES!” she suddenly screamed as her cunt squeezed my hands and her thighs crushed my head..