And I guess I had a wet dream - although I don't remember what it was... I quickly showered and dressed, because I know I was waking up late, and my s...ep-mom would have the dinner ready around 2:00, as was her routine for Thanksgiving for as long as I could remember. I came down about 1:30, saw that my older brother and his wife were here, along with my sister and parents... As dinner was getting set out, I got razzed a bit for sleeping in, but chalked it up to being so comfortable at home. “If you go down to the Gatehouse, I will organise that Rita will give you access. You do realise that your Sims are aligned to Rita? If anyone calls she will let you know and route the call through to where you are.”“Jon I’m 17! No one calls these days, we do everything through social media!” he said smiling at my reaction. There was only 9 years between us but it might as well have been a 100 years. I knew exactly what social media was and every little intricacy about it, I could write the. ..........., ‘It looks like him,’............., ‘we have to be sure or the Dark Lord will kill us.’ Harry heard these voices as if they were a million miles away as his eyes flickered open. His hands were tied behind his back and he seemed to be chained to a wooden chair as he looked around the room. He seemed to be in an impressive looking living room, with high windows that were covered by thick looking velvet curtains. A fire was crackling in the marble fireplace and a stone slab had seemed. Looking up, she continued to lock lips with the same man she hated and then jumped on him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the bed with the skinny brunette over him and gently laid down as she was on top. As soon as they stopped locking lips, she felt as if a lifeline had been cut from her."Uh shit, uh!" said Liz, violently stripping off her bra as she threw it away, her heart raced as adrenaline consumed her body. She immediately looked down, grabbed his face and started.