Her ass, as Harry could see it, was round and almost screamed Fuck me! as it sat firmly in a pair of jeans. Shiny red hair lay on her visage, framing ... perfect, beautiful, heart-shaped face with plump lips and sexy green eyes. Almost got the hang of it, I have, Ginny said with a giggle, brushing off the dust that had settled on her clothes from the apparation. Mum says I need to focus on something I want at the location Im going to. I suppose this is my best one yet… she said sweetly, grasping. "I just need a dye job...and...maybe a little something different withmy hair," Kris said as he took a strand of hair through his hands. Thewoman smiled as she brought him back behind the counter and motionedfor him to sit in one of the chairs."Just have a seat and Tiffany will be with you shortly," she said asshe made her way back to the counter to help a few other clients thathad straggled in behind Kris. Kris slowly placed his bottom in thechair and looked over the countertop. This place was. I've always heard people say that kids are resilient, but I'm not a big believer of that piece of shit theory. Sorry, but cliches like that piss me off. It's like the one that goes "money can't buy you happiness," but it sure makes being miserable easier, doesn't it?Kids don't deal with loss the way adults do. They can't process their feelings, so they put their pain away for later, burying it deep within them until it eventually it bubbles to the surface.In any case, they seem to be doing. ”Late in December he gave them to her wrapped in Christmas paper.“I haven’t got you anything,” she said apologetically but he waved her objection away, “Don’t you want me to come in over the holiday?” she added, “or are you going away?”“No. I’ll be here as usual, or even more as the office is closing from Christmas Eve until the Monday after New Year. I suppose you are away?”“No, I can’t burden my parents. They are really beginning to resent my attitude, as they think it’s my fault I haven’t.