"I just had a few drinks at a party with my friends. What’s the big deal?" she asked.I don't know what happened. Something just snapped in me. The f...ther in me wanted to sit her down and explain things rationally. The other part wanted to teach her by firsthand experience what happened to pretty girls who drink and party a little too hard.Without a word I ripped the skirt that she was wearing off her waist, the button popping off in the process. I bent her over my knee and proceeded to start. The Professor looked over at theother girl, she was pretty, but plain, her hair, was obviously a boy'scut, and she sat very unladylike in what were obviously robes for a malestudent much larger than her."Is this true?" Professor McGonagall asked the girl."Yes, Professor," the girl said softly, surprised at the sound of her ownvoice."Who are you, dear?" the Professor asked kindly."I'm Kyle Cooper, Professor, 4th Year, Hufflepuff," he said. "It may havebeen my fault," he added, feeling guilty for. I knew better than to jump up and down with joy, though that was what I felt like doing. ‘Once, my ass, if I have anything to say about it,’ I thought.In the way couples who have been together a while do, Sara and I conferred wordlessly: I raised my eyebrows at her in inquiry. She nodded and smiled at me and then glanced toward Mike -- obviously at his dick. She looked back at me and her smile turned into a lusty grin. She nodded harder, blushed more and said out loud, “If you want to, I do.”So. "Well, maybe I should prepare better". As we disappointingly retire to our opposed directions, the thoughts mingle with the vision in my head.. As you vanish up the staircase, your words, "till tomorrow" was the key.. As you travel up the stairs, I follow close without recognition. Watching the way the heated discussion had hurried your walk, I knew you were on a mission. You run into your bedroom door directly towards the bathroom and I slipped into a darkened part of the room. When you arrive.