I lay back and tried not to think about sex in any way, willing my erection to go away so I could start my day. It seemed to take forever, but slowly ...y erection wilted to sulk at being ignored for so long and I breathed a sigh of relief. I went to get out of bed and realized that she’d left the magazines with me. I wondered if she’d left them on purpose or if she was planning to confiscate them later. I grabbed my crutches and picked them up, dropping them in my desk drawer, but not bothering. Fred had a real bad breakup a while back and hasent really gotten back into his grove so to speak. Fred is a very thin guy with a light complextion. I find myself more and more thinking about his body. Fred would never understand this as he thinks of himeslef as way to skinny. Myself I am a little shorter than him and have put on a few pounds since I quit smoking. I work out when I can and have a pysical job so I am alot stonger than toned ( the married blue coller body if you will). In. And...”“Precisely.”Jake enjoyed a less than friendly greeting when he entered the sleeping compartment and found Hermione sobbing.“Go away! I hate you!” exclaimed Hermione, and continued sobbing.“I’m sorry,” said Jake, a good fall back, although he really wasn’t sure whether he was apologising for being absent for the first part of the journey, or for ‘that kiss’. Neither, he felt, were entirely his fault, but that obviously didn’t matter.“That woman was throwing herself at you. Like they all. He chuckles at the thought and wonders what Kennedy would have to say to that. She would be floored to know I could fall for someone that didn’t remind me of mother. With a smile on his face, he closes his eyes and drifts off.Sometime later he is awakened to the sound of a banging at his door. It really isn’t banging, but a soft knocking. In his dream though, it seems like someone is trying to break down his door. When he opens his eyes and his senses slowly return he realizes that is not the.