Seeing Kaylens torn expression he rounded on Ron. "You were going to kill her?" He shouted furiously, putting the pieces together. The way Ron had pul...ed his wand on her, the uncharacteristic, hardened expression...He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his entire body. "Is that what you planned?" He hissed, voice quivering dangerously. "It's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their petty prejudices against everything and everyone through that ridiculous Daily Prophet and it's. Trace already had a first-class ticket and hotel room bought and paid for. He’d made himself horny and was about to go indoors and watch ‘Swan Dive’ again for the hundredth time – or thereabouts – when he heard some very loud, very angry cursing coming from next door. It was most definitely a woman’s voice. ‘Damn, fuck, damn, I can’t believe I fucking DID this!’ The voice cursed. Trace threw on a shirt and went next door to see what was going on. He found a woman he would have estimated to be. I have had to alter names and the location in order to preserve the anonymity of the couple involved. The couple actually contacted me through an advert that I run on Vivastreet, after a phone call we met up at my house. We agreed to play out a scenario whereby the wife had overspent on the couples’ credit card and the husband Falak had brought her to me to see if a session of being punished would change her opinion. Aarti was very subdued when she arrived, I told her why she was here and what. After getting dressed, Clare headed downstairs, and noticed that the hood on the mustang was up, and she sighed softly, hoping to escape the whole "tense situation" thing that she knew was going to happen between her father and herself. "Where are you going at such an early hour?" Clare heard from under the hood. "Work." Clare simply said, and started marching down the driveway. "Dressed like that? You look like a hooker." She heard, and bit her tongue, not wanting to say what was exactly on.