I don’t have her number, she doesn’t know my surname. She was openly hostile the first time we met, but we bonded outside the club - sharing a cig...rette, reminiscing about Rio – and since then, when we bump into each other, it is all air-kisses and exaggerated excitement. Her gaze wanders off to somewhere over my shoulder as I tell her how I have been. She has to go. She has a client in 10 minutes, her second of the day. She tells me in mock disgust about her first client, his shriveled cock,. " The corners of her mouth curled up into a slight smile. "From every orifice imaginable." Ron made a mental note to give Harry wide berth until further notice. "Sounds like he deserved it, good and proper." Ginny nodded, her smile vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "He deserved a lot more than that. He's lucky I didn't turn him into a Puffskein and use him as a Bludger... after all the time we've been together, after everything we've been through, he just...just...!" She let out a roar. She was even contemplating trying to find her brother and maybe even having a small family reunion of sorts. But George threw a monkey wrench in her plans. ***************************************** After stripping off her clothes and hanging her from the contraption of cable and shackles he has fixed up, he gets a small tank of oxygen from the trunk of his car. He attaches a mask to it and holds it against her mouth. She wakes up and struggles against the shackles binding her. She tries to. Saturn Girl, the team's telepath, added, "I don't mean to pry, Insect Queen, but your thoughts are just blaring another purpose for being here!" "Okay," said Insect Queen, "I'm also going to try to stay as close to Superboy as I can. I want him to show me around this period so I can better appreciate what there is to see and do." At this, Superboy blushed, then said, "Well, Lana, I suppose I could give you a guided tour, but I don't know about being with you all the time while we're here. I'm.