Like their apartment. Each object, each piece of furniture, had its specific, precisely determined place. He’d seen her with a ruler once, measurin... a magazine photo of a picture on a wall above a cupboard. Then she’d measured their wall and hung the same picture perfectly on it, above the same cupboard. He never had to think about anything to do with her. She had it all in its place as he was in his. She defined it for him, drew a white line about it and gave her economical little frown of. For the last three weeks, Hermione had stayed inside with her books. She had charmed a Muggle fan to work along with the charms so the sitting room felt better than the rest of the house. However, she felt edgy and couldn’t concentrate on her research.It was Ginny who suggested a swim. Hermione had no real opinion about swimming. She didn’t mind it but it certainly wasn’t near the top of her list of favorite ways to spend her time. When there were books to be read or subjects to be learned, she. She leaned into me and kissed me. It was not the kind of kiss I expected from my sister. We had never ever even flirted as kids. The kiss was hot and with a lot of tongue. It also included a more than friendly grope.“What the fuck?” I asked after she broke the kiss.“I just wanted to make sure jail hadn’t changed you too much,” she said with a smile.“Well I hope I passed your test,” I said.“Yes you did, and it won’t happen again. Well not unless you start it next time,” she said.“Go to mother’s. "Ladies," he greeted them. "This is my new friend David. He just arrived into town and is a virgin. Does anyone want to take on the responsibility of training him?" That would be me," I said bouncing up and down again."It might take more than one of us. He seems to be eager and looks like a big boy," a stunning blond said as she cupped my package.They confused me because they were all stunning blonds except for this gorgeous black woman. We locked eyes and she reached out and took my hand. I.