He was seated at the kitchen table, his eyes watching her in the dying light of the fire in the fireplace. His face looked angry."He was no one, poppa..." she said, trying to calm him. "I met him at the dance is all. Nothing happened, he just walked me home while we talked."He stared at her for what seemed like forever to Kathia. He did not say anything, just stared at her. Kathia remained by the door, her back to it, her heart pounding in her chest. She wished he would say something to her,. I reached under her dress and found the top of her stockings. First I unrolled the left stocking...I slowly peeled it down her leg. I repeated the process on her right leg. My head was buried under her dress...I could see she was wearing pink panties. Nice and feminine. I could smell her arousel...I slowly kissed and rubbed her feet before returning to her side on the sofa. We sat down next to each other."How are you feeling, Rosalita?" I asked."Horny!" she answered."Are you sure you want to do. She looked at me and asked, “I know you what to do more with me. When are we going to do it? I’ve heard its really good.”“We’ll do it on your birthday,” I said. It was about a month away. “I can also get you that new computer you want.” The month passed quickly for her and awkwardly slow for me. Eventually he birthday came. After taking her out and having dinner I talked to her one last time about it.“Well, I’m going to do it anyway sometime with someone and we’ve already done these things,”. But do you think the waitress or bartender is going to notice what you've done? The point is to look seventeen, because you have to fool a human being, not a magical object. You need something to help you with how you look." Noticing Ron's crestfallen appearance, she continued on hurriedly, taking his hand. "You've got the height, for sure, and the build - it's just your face. You need to make yourself look older."While Ron thought this over, Hermione turned to Imogen."And where have you been.