They even include a pie for dessert. They precook it all and you just have to warm it up. Will you have dinner with me?" Why don't we just go out and ...ave dinner?" I asked Harry."There's no leftovers when you eat out. You go out and get stuffed and then when you get home, there's no leftovers to munch on. Please have dinner with me. I'll pay for everything, you just have to warm it up."I agreed and went over to Harry's on Thanksgiving day afternoon. I saw the turkey and all the other food and. ” I began to slide those delicate bikini briefs down her big, soft legs and she stepped out of them and almost wrestled me down into her bed kissing and embracing me wildly. My right arm around her with my hand on her butt cheek, the left hand feeling around in her ample growth of pubic hair. “You are really making me want you!” she exclaimed as she ordered me to lie flat on my back and she then threw her leg over me and climbed on top of me. In one motion she spread her legs open over my. "I feel so totally out of place," said Imogen. "I can understand why Harry is here. But really I don't belong." I feel the same way," said Hermione. She kept her voice low, for the Muffliato charm was out of the question; in the Weasley home Hermione and Imogen were underaged wizards forbidden the use of their wands. On today of all days, the day of Ginny's funeral, rule breaking was the farthest thing from their minds.After Voldemort's defeat the previous day, Imogen and the rest of Harry's. My husband Doug came along, picked up a bright orange Dodge Charger with a Confederate flag on the roof. He began to zoom it around through the folds in our bedspread. His road race moved closer and closer to me as I sat on the bed polishing my twenty-five year old son’s old toys. He’s been teaching in Taiwan for some time now and I miss him dearly, but I do relish our empty-nester lifestyle these days. On one careen across the bedspread Doug muttered, “Yee Haw!” as he jumped “General Lee”.