" I'm not going to do that, young Potter," Dumbledore replied. "I'm going to handle the discipline myself." Can you wait until Spring, Sir?" Hermione ...asked the old man.And then Dumbledore got a strange, far-off look on his face as he began to reply in a voice that was almost like singing, "Spring was never waiting for us, girl. It ran one step ahead as we followed in the dance. Between the parted pages and well pressed in love's hot, fevered iron like a striped pair of pants..."Hagrid made a. " Are you crazy?" Gloria exclaimed. "Have you lost it completely?" Of course not," Marty replied. "Looking at you it's easy to see that you need more exercise. Now move it!" When the girl wailed that she had no clothes, Marty conceded that it created a small problem. Getting out of bed, she went to the closet and found her clothes hanging there."We're all set," she declared. "Here!" she said, "Wear these."With that she threw the girl her bikini and slipped on the Levi's and work shirt she had. So, I was locked in to this discussion for as long as Debbie wanted to pursue it, and when she was drunk that could mean a long time. ‘So, is it just Tim, or when any bloke looks at me that you like it?’ She emptied the last of the bottle and passed me a fourth bottle to open as I tried to avoid the mines in the conversation ahead. ‘I don’t really notice men looking at you all the time. I never knew that you were so obsessed by it.’ ‘Hey, don’t try that, turning it back on me. A woman knows. Instantly I hold her tight as she cries into my shoulder. Running a hand over her hair, I hush her tears and kiss her forehead. I have no idea what I'm saying but somehow I comfort her, she stays close, hugging me fiercely as though she will never let go and I find myself inhaling the scent of her. Her hair smells of strawberries and cream, her body heat is tangible in the air and her exotic perfume is proving to be erotic despite the innocence of her touch. I hug her harder than I have ever.