Maybe she would even get dressed at some point, a comfy pullover and the gray sweatpants that were both waiting for her in her bedroom, a few feet and...steps too far away to get them just now. For the time being the fire took care of warming her and the absence of clothes – or rather them aimlessly tossed to the floor – were taking care of easing her mind. She was alone, no one would care or even notice if she was spread over the couch naked, aimless and happy.The summer had been hard, not just. I doubt that I will.NEW HOLLY POTTERBY PAUL JUTRASIt was a cool summer night at Privet Drive when a young teenage let outa sigh from his bedroom window. Harry was a black-haired boy who was sothin it was almost on the unhealthy side. What made him stand out mostwas the lighting shape mark on his forehead. A mark, which had made himfamous during his first four years at Hogsworts' school for witchcraftand wizardry.Hiding under his covers, Harry worked on the school work unseen by hismuggle. It was just after quarter past five when he saw her walk down the street. She disappeared into the stairwell and a couple of minutes later, the light went on in her bedroom. She was still wearing the coffee dock uniform; white blouse, black skirt and tights and Stuart figured she must have gone straight from work to her lecture.Without taking his eyes off her, he reached around with his hand and fumbled for the binoculars on his desk. He raised them to his eyes and watched her as she unbuttoned. All in all, not a bad way to get away from New York City and his routine life as a cop. As he gazed at a picture of a sexy girl in the ad section of the magazine, he felt his heart beat a tad faster. She possessed a look of odd familiarity. Where had he seen this girl? That round, strong face, those dark, alluring eyes, that long straight dark hair and that killer body, all were somehow familiar to him. He felt as if he had known this girl in his past. But he couldn’t put his finger on where.