However, the near absence of illumination afforded me no indication as to who among them might be friend, foe, or neither. There were windows in the r...ar doors, but they were heavily tinted. Through those windows, I saw nothing except a steady parade of overhead street lights as the van sped onward toward an unknown destination. The lack of stops indicated that we were most likely on a freeway. But beyond that, I couldn't gauge which road we were on, and I had no sense of in which direction we. “I would feel so bad if you couldn’t go and help all those people, just to stay at home and look after me. That would be very selfish of me. I really am fine.” She reassures. Besides, she did want to feel bad. Just not in the way he was thinking. It wouldn’t be possible if he wasn’t leaving the country for a while. She wonders what Travis’s reaction would be to hearing that her husband had postponed his trip due to his wife’s sudden onset of abjectness. The phone rings. She gets up, tightening. It was a warm day and ended up being a great afternoon. We were just chatting and relaxed, talking about everything and nothing. Helen was wearing a typical summer dress from that time and each time she got me a drink, I got a glimpse down the top. Being the age I was I didn’t say anything, just took as much in as I could. Over the next few weeks I visited Helen a couple of days a week. It was nice to chat to her and I must admit, I did enjoy the view that I got, either down her top or of her. Malfoy had brought along a small camera, perfect for making a nice moving photo album of the orgy that was about to happen. Malfoy met up with Pansy after making it downstairs, and was astonished at how quick the three boys had rushed to Ginny to start and undress her. They had her on the Gryffindor homework table, with all three of them climbing on top of the table with her and tearing off her clothes. They were so fast in fact, that Ginny hadn’t even awoken from the spell. As Harry ripped.