"The same old people, the same old thing, you know what I mean? Maybe you and I could still have that drink together though. I could go pick up someth...ng at the liquor store while you're picking up your daughter and then meet you at your place."Jim was a little taken aback by her forwardness, though not in a negative sense. He hesitated for just a second, more out of surprise than anything else, and then nodded. "That... uh... sounds like a good idea. Let me give you my address."She showed up. As he flipped through the thick leather-bound book, he realized the power it could have over the students of Hogwarts. Not only would he have the ability to get any pussy he wanted, he would be able to use it against anyone who crossed him, student or teacher. Malfoy however, now knew what had happened to his mother and was furious. Ron Weasley had used one of the spells from the book to influence his mother to have sex with him in the restroom during the Quidditch World Cup. The odd. I replied to a real estate ad posted by Karen but she had already rented out her place. She told me a friend of hers was also moving in the same area and that she would contact him for me. It turns out he also rented out his place too. On a whim, I sent her a random email a few weeks later thanking her. I'm pretty happy I did. She replied and eventually we said we should meet up for a drink or coffee. She was recently single out of a 14 year marriage. She sent me some pics, non-nude she. If anyone asked her why she did her burlesque act once a week, she would answer something about liking to dance, and the camaraderie of the girls in the troupe. To a more intimate friend she might confess how the atmosphere of the theater, the costumes and the period references made her feel good. It was an escape from her normal life. It felt glamorous. The theater was a very long way in space and time from the call-center where she worked. What she would not admit was the sexual excitement.