How different his life might have been if he had only had the likes of the seemingly vacuous Petunia Dursley, or the narrow-minded and opinionated Aun...ie Marge on which to base his opinions and experiences of the opposite sex!After lots of talking about the holiday, they had finally reached an impasse, until eventually a compromise was reached: they were going camping. Although Ginny Weaseley was a seasoned camper, Harry's first impressions of the idea were quite negative. He was heavily. It was easy to tell that his lashes andeyeliner defined his eyes, but his lips looked natural, with a slight pinkgloss to them. He could tell that his cheeks and eyelids were highlightedwith some pink sparkly color, and the black lampblack stripes under eacheye actually made him look like a hip ballplayer. As he turned slightly inthe three way mirror, he was shocked when he actually focused on the backof his head. Initially, he just thought his hair was slicked back and in aponytail like he. I was having a great time, as were the other ten voyeurs: my eight male guests and our two guards. My largest concern was in warning the Norris girls not to let their breasts get too suntanned in case their mother got suspicious. Obviously I told them to prevent this by using lots of strong sunblock on the important areas, which I volunteered to apply for them because that's the sort of guy that I am.In the middle of the second day, I had a déjà vu. Nothing unusual about that as they happen. She was roughly 15 minutes after me on the cycle home. I began to create the makings of a dastardly plan. Our bungalow was parallel with the road and from my bedroom you had a direct view of the driveway entrance and anyone passing had a good downward view of my bedroom window. Also, for my plan to work I would need to have advance knowledge of someone walking or cycling up the road, passing my driveway entrance. We had a high hedge running the lenght of the wall surrounding the house. There.