" Lavender nodded sagely and took out a scrapbook. She flipped to a page called 'getting your man' and showed it to Hermione. "What's this for?" Hermi...ne asked."Well dear, isn't that what you need to talk about? I did a reading early this morning and it said you needed to talk, that there was a secret in the family, and that there was a question about another woman." Hermione choked, and then laughed."No Lav, I am not competing for Ron's affections; far from it."Lavender looked crestfallen,. Boldly she approached the fire and said, “hi boys!” Eyes swivelled in her direction, and one, an old and tatty body, wrapped in a mack and a battered trilby, eyed her up and down then said, “youm welcome gal, youm a site for old eyes, but we ait got the money to pay for the likes of you!” she grinned, and reassuringly said “her name was Helen, and she hadn’t come to make money, just too make their lives a bit more fun!” a ripple of muted chuckles of surprise ran around the old lads, eyes. I propose that we go to my apartment, where everything is much more comfortable than this cavernous and artificial environment. I am sure you are both as hungry as I am. We will eat, we will drink, and we will speak about any subject that engages our interest. From that point forward, I would ask you to trust my experience with such arrangements and let me create the necessary mood. And then, if we are all still willing, I suggest that Kathryn and I should give each other our undivided. " Oh fuck it can't be, no it's can't!"Her eyes widened in horror as she saw what the Mask had in his hand. It was a cordless pistol grip screwdriver. The type you use to screw shelving together with. On the tip where the interchangeable bit should be the Mask had fashioned his own device. It was a long narrow dildo. One that looked like a mans cock flesh coloured with life like ribs. It was stuck or attached in some way to the chuck head. The dildo drooped as the Mask held the pistol grip like.