Your fan fiction writing has come to my attention," said Rowling, not rising from her chair to shake Jones' outstretched hand. "Of course, you knew as... soon as you heard my name why I was here, didn't you?"Jones screamed inside. She had felt safe in authoring what she knew perfectly well to be copyright violations. It seemed she'd always had a literary bent, but it had not expressed itself until she'd read the first few books in the series. It was so much easier to use the work of a real writer. The night of their visit came and I was waiting for them to show up near the booths. It was a few minutes past time and I was starting to think they wouldn't show up. After about 15 minutes had passed a couple with a black lady showed up. It was them!! My heart was racing and my cock was getting hard.They mingled around the bookstore for a minute or two and then headed back to the booths. They stopped at the door right in front of me and she smiled at me as they opened the door and went. And it being hard to get to was a good reason as to why I didn't try to fix it. There wasn't a phone in the room so I had to walk to the office and reported it. He said since we'd rented the last room he couldn't move us but he could come to check it out. As we were walking back to the room he started telling me how lucky I was to have such a sexy girlfriend.I said, "Yes, I am, but she's my wife."So he apologized and I told him it was okay, that I knew she was hot and I didn't mind if guys. I'm lost and out of options," she said, starting to break down now that her initial panic seemed to be fading."Look, let's see if we can help you locate your brother, then we'll discuss helping you. We were on our way to the police station anyway, so we can—" No, I don't need that kind of help. The police haven't been by, so I doubt they'll have the time to help, and I'm too old to worry about custody. What I need is someone to help me survive until the banks and stores open. I figure it will.