Twenty minutes later the train began to move again. A few minutes later a young man came into the lounge car. Steele observed him. He was very good-lo...king in an uncommon way with a headful of shaggy black hair. He was smartly dressed in brown corduroy pants, a rust-colored polo shirt, a hip length brown leather jacket, and light brown boots. It was obvious a lot of planning had gone into the selection of the clothes and they gave a first impression of being expensive.A woman who had gotten on. Her scarlet tresses fell over her slightly freckled-face and her body shook from weeping. It tore my heart apart, but I maintained a disinterested air.Reaching into the ashtray on the table, I picked up a half smoked joint and lit it. After a few puffs, my anger began to die down. Unexpectantly, my cock began to come back to life in a major way. I had just come 45 minutes ago, and usually I'm a one-shot willie sexually. But now I had to put the ashtray in my lap to keep it from tenting. All the. -"He didn't want to do it, Brian. You never complain about it becauseyou hate what's happening, but Brian you know we get sick when we go tolong without it; the upset stomachs, the pounding headaches. And Idon't want to find out what happens if we go without and neither doeshe, cause he likes us too." Brianne fell silent for another long momentthen spoke again, "I'll make you a deal."-"What?"-"Forgive Matias and let him get to know us and I promise no more sexdreams with him. For awhile. "It's good that people can't just slip it into someone's drink." Well, at least you're not supposed to. The Ministry frowns on it, in fact. It's not treated with the same severity as the use of an Unforgivable Curse, but the punishment is rather severe. My craven fear of the Ministry is well-known, and so I've prepared a consent form for your signature." He passed a piece of parchment to her, along with a quill. Imogen took the quill, and wrote her signature at the bottom, without first.