"Let me show you my residence," Alfred teased, leading me into the hospital ward to our right.As I suspected nothing looked remotely contemporary. My ...irst impression of the medical ward's primitive care for the injured was striking. The medical equipment looked a hundred years old. Although, I'd never needed to use a hospital in Iowa, I'd visited friends in Mercy Hospital before. The harsh contrasts between the hospital in my time and here ranged from the lack of computer stations and monitors. She held me tight. Theres nothing to worry about she said calmly. Im going to miss you miss. She gently began rocking me in her arms. It was now over never, I placed my hands on her hip. She made no move to remove it. So I gained more courage and started to stroke her inner thigh. Still no resistance and I advanced to her crotch my other hand now firmly massaging her breast. Sharmila had now started kissing the top of my head as she rocked me. My hand was now on her pussy rubbing it. I got more. Dumbledore had arrived late, and the ritual he had come to see was was almost complete. Arthur conjured an extra chair for the headmaster, and he joined the family in the back yard. The chairs were arranged in two horizontal rows facing a small lectern, at which each mourner took his or to her turn saying what was to be said about the deceased. The non-family members were last in precedence, and Dumbledore arrived as Harry, the final speaker, was at the lectern.Dumbledore cast covert glances at. Staring at her image in the mirror behind the cashier, she tossed her long hair back, licked her lips, then pursed her lips in a pout while observing her reflected image. Satisfied with her sexy woman image reflected in the mirror, she directed her attention to the cashier again, asking, "What's your name?" Bob. My friends all call me Bob. My real name's Robert but I prefer Bob. You can call me Bob." he quickly stammered as he took the money from her slender fingers.She watched as the cash.