”“Oh, for goodness sake, Ron! Pack it in. You’ll put the poor girl right off. Look we’re at Hogwarts station now. Just stick close to me. I’...l see you’re okay.” Hermione led Angie off the train and into the imposing Hogwarts School.“Come with me Angie, we’ll freshen up after the journey.” Hermione led Angie to her room.“Hey Angie do you like girls? We’ve time to make out if you like.”Angie was more than a little flustered at Hermione’s sudden and blunt proposition. But Hermione had always been. Not much changed beyond that. Trains still ran on time, work was still performed, and lives were lived. The only added benefit was far more sex. It even became a type of currency, urging the citizens to improve their desirability and performance. And, of course, there remained a few underground who kept their ‘free will,’ but they haven’t made any noise in years — fearing the death by fucking. Of course, the symbiote must be mentioned, as it wasn’t just along for the ride — it had its own. I've found a color pattern that I like and he gave me a price that I thought was reasonable. He'll sell me the one I liked for $190.00 out the door and he has one of last year's neat looking Anniversary 1.5s that he'll sell me for $300.00. He makes it sound like that's a good deal, but I can't see spending that much money for a beginner's kite. So I thought I'd take the regular one. Does that sound reasonable?" Well, let me talk him into the usual discount for kite club members and we'll get. Suddenly, with no warning, he smacked her ass with the flat of his hand, not overly hard, but enough to sting. She yelped in surprise and then again as he spanked her once more. She wanted to jump up, but his grip on her neck was just sufficient to prevent her. Another smack brought tears to her eyes and a squeal of outrage. Mr. French then stroked her again, fondling and soothing her skin. “You are a bad girl Suzanne,” He told her “And bad girls get punished don’t they?” “Yes.” She answered.