“What’s your phone number?” she asked, and she entered it into her phone. As we pulled up to the address, she said “Wait nearby. I’ll text y...u.”The address was a restaurant. A burly waiter and a burlier busboy came out and pretty much carried her into a side door. I drove around the block looking for a place to park.In the hour I had to wait, I had time to remember my date with the redhead. I called and apologized profusely, saying a friend had a medical emergency. Although half-true, it would. She had a dozen bracelets on her right wrist, and an oversize watch on her left. I could see a scroll letter ‘C’ tattooed on the back of a finger on her left hand.She was dressed in black from head to toe, an oversized black t-shirt for a band I’d never heard of, atop black pants that overlay some kind of black ankle high boots. One silver waist chain offset the starkness of her style. She had a black shoulder bag that she dropped in front of her with a resounding thud.Despite the detractions,. Took a deep breath... and began diligently ramming against the salesman's persistent thrusts.Tara looked over her shoulder to see how she was doing. "How's that?" she asked.It was then that she noticed Michelle being quickly moved forward and back by the pumping cocks in her pussy and her mouth. Her hair was a mess and her glasses were crooked, and she had a very serious expression on her face.Michelle looked just as professional and humorless now as she always did when she was in the library. With a flick of his wand, Harry had apparated away from the scene. He needed to leave the country.He wasn’t quite sure where he should go, so he went to the Weasley family for advice. As it turned out, Fleur Delacour was there as well. She had been collecting her things from the Weasley home that day. Harry had been surprised to hear that she and Bill had parted ways, they had always seemed so good together. Harry told her his plans to leave the country for a while and she invited him to come.