The door was slightly ajar and she could just barely see her parents on their bed. Her mother was lying down and her father was on top of her. He was ...oving up and down and his movement seemed to cause her mothers cries. Her father, John, was a slight statured man, 59 and wiry, with dark brown hair like Alyssas and a tan complexion. He was an average looking man, not going to win a job as a model, but likely to get his choice of at least a couple women should he find himself in a bar at last. Of course she used Gloria as her stick, and I knew that Gloria would take my under-age argument as a cop-out, so I did what I had been hired to do!Felicity was an eye-opener for me, I mean I had in the past, experienced some of the sometimes almost mythical unique aspects of the female gender, but seldom all in one woman; for one so young, she was very vocal, Miriam told me how proud she was of me, I blushed, yes I actually do still blush sometimes – in fact I wondered about her dormitory, and. Alexis is your blood, youshare a bond as siblings. Don't treat it so casually. Be supportive.Be a big brother. Be an adult," she said, stifling bit more emotionthan she had expected. "I wish my brothers had." But, Mom..." Tom started, "this isn't normal," still not conscious ofincongruity between still perceiving his mother as a woman and hisobjections over Alexis.Ann spun around in anger, and spoke to him in her natural tenor voice,"Define normal Tom? Is it normal to jerk off to airbrushed. Hermione had gone back to Hogwarts after their arduous year of Horcrux hunting, and within months, things had gone completely pear-shaped between them. Hermione got involved with Neville Longbottom, who'd proven himself to be quite the hero while they'd been gone, and Ron found himself happy for her. At least they'd remained friends, in spite of everything. Ron had made vague and fruitless attempts at dating after that, but none of the women he went out with seemed to be his type. And when he.