So I just pouted and flounced around the house being all emo and dramatic until the week of torment was gone and Daisy was back again.Daisy though, wh...n she returned, was a bit of a tease, she didn’t do anything, after I went to bed and she’d finished reading the chapter she went back downstairs and just watched TV.Monday, nothing.Tuesday, nothing.Wednesday, also nothing.And Thursday.But Friday, oh Friday, after I’d heard about Harry & Hermione wandering the country in search of the horcruxes. She relaxed on him and loosened her death grip a little so he could breathe again. He stroked her back and just held her.He let her sit back up when he felt her pull away from him a few minutes later. She looked at him with sorrow. “You shouldn’t have accepted the ring to help me, Marty. You are now bound to me forever.”He brushed the stray wet lock from her beautiful face and smiled at her with love. “I know, but I can’t accept that it is a bad thing to be yours, Mary,” he told her softly.“Oh,. I asked the salesman, “Is this transparent?” To which he replied yes. I wanted him to speak more.Hence I asked him, “Is this showing everything?” To which he said, “Not really.” I said I think this is showing everything. Let’s take a pic and decide. I handed him the phone to take the pic of my bra. And he did. I asked him to take one with a flash as well. To which he did.I took my phone and I acted like I saw that. Almost everything was visible. I knew everything is visible. As I could see in. Both incidents incidentally occurred in Train, on our journey from Chennai to Mumbai.The first incident so happened that She got a call from her home (at Ahmadabad) : her mother was seriously ill, so we were to rush to Ahmadabad. But we could not manage flight-tickets; heavy rush was there. So we opted for a train journey to Ahmadabad, via, Mumbai. Unfortunately, for train also we failed to manage confirmed tickets. We could not even manage 2 tickets on “tatkal” quota. Finally we had to opt for.