She pulled her coat closer, she was getting colder. But she was afraid to return to home, afraid to face her mother. ———————————...��—————————————————————————- Ever since the rather unexpected death of her husband, Dorothys mother had started drinking hard time. And if that wouldnt have been enough, she always became violent and almost brutal during the times she was drunk. Dorothy? Honey, will you go buy me a bottle of whiskey? she asked as Dorothy had tried to sneak past her to her room. Dorothy. In this the still secure but limp body had collapsed and the stranger was busy untying the wrists, the iron was gone and with the shot being taken from the feet end this time it showed a scar clearly burnt deep in the left cheek of her backside and in the shape of an S. no doubt S for Sylvester, her father`s Christian name. She sat regarding the three pictures for some time, absorbing the whole sequence in awe.She turned the next picture, this was less faded dated 1931 but it was of mother once. “Yes, the slut is learning!” exclaimed Goyle, who was now getting head from Luna. Hermione wanted to ask Luna why she was acting this way and why she was not with Ron, but she was afraid she would get hit again.“I need to be entertained until Crabbe gets back with Greyback,” Malfoy turned his head to Hermione, “I never really liked breaking through the hymen.”Hermione wondered if that meant he was going to have sex with her once Greyback took her virginity.“Are you going to be a good girl my. "Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so much that my mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle."I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just come out for a moment, I won't be long." Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my back," he said. That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd seen me do everything at one time or another. Now that I was eighteen that familiarity had long passed away, of course, but under the circumstances it was.