Then the horror came, the realization that she was every bit the monster her mother had painted her to be. The realization that she was alone, totally... unbearably alone.Last, but not least, and with many misgivings, James inserted his memory of the night she tried to will herself dead. He appeared in her memory as a shining giant, an angel who glowed so brightly that she could hardly bear to look.He pulled back then, not out but to the periphery, and waited, thinking, reviewing, deciding.He. S in all her chosen subjects. At the end of term feast, Gryffindor easily won the house cup, Dumbledore awarding one hundred points for each Death Eater that a student had killed in the final battle at the Ministry. The thousand points Gryffindor gained thereby made its victory the most lopsided anyone could recall. The students were all sent to their homes, and to a summer without responsibilities, or at least with none of the scholastic variety.As Harry predicted, he received an invitation. “What’s wrong?” “I’m not going to put that in me!”“No! I’m not doing that Amy.”“What the fuck are you going to do? Put it in my fucking mouth!”“Yes.” My eyes widen. “How can it fit in my mouth?” “I’ll teach you. I’m going to keep fingering you as you suck my dick, you understand.”I stare at his cock. Hesitating for a while now. He repeated the last line. “You understand?”“Yes.” “Okay.” He stood up and came out the bed. “Get out your bed.”I follow his command. I got out my bed and stood upright. She though of calling the police but there hadn’t been a crime. Perhaps all she had recorded was loose talk. If she took that recording to the cops they’d laugh at her. She called Ben and luckily his wife didn’t answer. Yes he could meet her if it were that urgent and they arranged to meet in the gas station parking lot 100 yards down from her home. She walked to the gas station and found Ben already parked. They kissed and she said, ‘Your wife and my husband are fucking so they must have found.