She was very serious, imaginative, always reading, often historical novels, and she would often shut herself in her room with a book. At other times I...d ask her what she was reading, but she wouldn't tell me.We played together as children, and she'd always want to be a slave, or a naughty child. Mum and Dad always went to play bridge on Thursday nights, and that's when we played her 'special' games. Sometimes I'd be a pirate, and capture her for ransom. She'd struggle, and we'd end up wrestling. And after that I finally proposed her. And she accepted. Without a slap this time. So. Now. Yesterday. When she was coming to my house. I waited for her outside. And took her to a hotel. Well. It was a special day so.I took her to the most expensive hotel in delhi. The taj. Booked a room for a day. First we had breakfast. Then we went to our room and till that time. She knew what were gonna do. So when we entered the room.She asked me to wait on the bed and she went to washroom. Well she had. On those evenings before potions class when she went to see him as instructed, invariably he would talk with her. At first only short chats, then gradually longer. And always the penetrating gaze and then their eyes locking as Snape stole into her mind. It got so that she could feel him inside her, and she knew that if she were not careful, Snape would inevitably read in her things that she wished to keep hidden. Each time she was to see him, she spent an hour or so of her precious time,. A lot more. Somewhere in there we moved in together for a glorious year where I knew I was the luckiest man alive. Everything was perfect with Carol, the sailing, the wit, the fun, the sex, and more sex, and more sex. Carol thought sex was like breathing, something essential to life.But then we broke up over something really stupid I said one night when I thought she had been flirting too much, with a guy she had been to bed with in the past. We had been to a pretty wild party, some of our.