Right now, it was too damn hot to think about anything but getting my ass home. My piece of shit bike squeaked down my neighborhood, passing the same ...ouses with the same people in them since I was in elementary school. I was stuck riding my bike again since FJ left for college last August. He, with his 2016 Chevy Camaro, were my ride everywhere for the past two years.I missed FJ. He was my friend. More than that, he was my first. We weren’t lovers or anything like that. I just looked up to. I got a seat next to the door and tried to hide behind my book, but the noise of the crowd sometimes distracted me; snatches of conversations, laughter. I looked up once and saw a young couple kissing as they boarded, and I'm afraid I cried a little.As my eyes slid back to my book, I saw to my embarrassment that someone had noticed me.She was about 20, I'd guess. Tall, or at least taller than me. A long oval face framed by a savage sweep of streaked blonde hair that clung tightly to the sides. After the ice melted, he rolled the nipple softly between thumb and forefinger. The pink bud hardened quickly, pouting at me as though she had willed it."Isn't she magnificent, David? So deliciously hungry. Completely lost in her uncontrollable desire. But please Linda, continue. This is your night, your chance to tell him what you feel."She opened her eyes, studied me for a few seconds, then turned to Stephan. Her hand disappeared under the table, moving gently in his lap."I want you to touch. After Dumbledore woke up he went to the goblin to try to sort everything out.Albus apperates to Diagon Alley and walks to the bank as he was walking up the steps the Guards stop him."Sorry wizard no entry." the goblins gruffly say."out of the way, I am Albus Dumbledore and no one can say what I can and can't do." He blusters as he tries to walk in the door."BAM!" he goes flying down the alley. he hits the bookstore and falls down in a heap."those goblins I'll show them." he grumbles to himself.