When he had been growing up in Privet Drive, he had never had any friends, or gone to the cinema, or rode a bike, or hung around with a gang, like his...cousin Dudley had; although Dudley was definitely not his idea of a role-model, anyway. He also never got to be really involved in the Dursley family activities, so he had developed into a very insular boy who, if he did not create his own entertainment would have had none at all. He read whatever books were available to him, but as there were. I measured twice and cut once as I had been taught and missed few opportunities to chat up the women. Jean was the wife, a full-bodied, dark-haired hussy only about five feet high, and Georgia was the slim daughter with light brown hair and longer legs. Within a day or two they had both sized me up and were doing some serious flirting and accidental rubbing when we passed. I decided they both needed it. I certainly did.I cornered Georgia first out in the barn after she has been gathering eggs. The only thing is I wished that my hands would stop shaking. I picked up the baby carefully asking her, "Are you hungry, Sweetie?"My new daughter looked at me smiling and gurgled."Well I guess that's a yes, huh." I said walking over to the rocking chair with her in my arms. Prior to sitting down, somehow I managed to hold the baby and smooth out my sundress before sitting down in the rocker. Why? I untied the shoulder strings, allowing the covering to fall exposing my bra's breasts. I managed. " Do you have brothers or sisters?" she asked."One brother, Jamie, in Ontario. He's been there since he finished high school. Married a woman who runs a stable for rich people who own horses. It suits him just fine. He's become a country boy, despite the fact that he was brought up in the big city." Older or younger?" Older by three years. We fought like most brothers do I suppose, but in the last fifteen years, we've become close. We're good friends now." I'm glad. That's good," she said with.