.................................................................It had been a whirlwind of a couple of days, complete and utter chaos to now be doing...something as mundane as cleaning this dusty library. Harry's inner mind taking him back two days earlier completely distracted from the task at hand. "BOY!!!!!!! get your sorry excuse of a man down here this instance, don't make me come up and beat you again" his uncle bellowed from downstairs, going slightly hoarse on the last syllable. In those two weeks, the new friends saw each other a number of times and, of course, Yolanda had promised to help with the pastry sale. The morning of the sale, Marjorie wore her pale yellow dress with the dark belt, her matching high-heels and had had her hair done. Her hair was lovely, with curly tips hanging all along her forehead, and brought many compliments from “the girls” more used to seeing her in a pony tail. Marjorie was quite proud of herself. “No, no, no…not there”, Marjorie heard. Quick thought was too horny and turned on to notice at first and when thepain started he tried to fight back but his Mistress held him against thewall, wait Mistress. Even in his mind he already couldn't think of her asanything else. He felt the tendrils going into his brain connecting it tothe network of dolls. He could only moan as they reached deep inside hisbrain increasing his pleasure and sensitivity. With his powers he wasalmost able to watch as the tendrils burrowed into different. A tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed beauty from the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia. She has an MBA from the University of Ottawa and worked at the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce as an account manager at the time we met. The sad thing about my former sorority sister and close friend Meredith? She’s got lousy taste in men. She fell in love with this Arab guy named Mohammed. He’s originally from Egypt. A place where women’s rights aren’t exactly a big issue on the agenda of the ruling Islamic.