I used the alias of John Smith but I felt certain my true identity was bandied about behind my back by mean-spirited drinking companions.One of the bu...xom hostesses went by the name of Mary Knockers and she was so top-heavy that I often marveled at her skill in staying upright when balancing a tray of ale. Her close female companion was called Meg and she was a right skinny bitch with practically no breastworks at all. They made an odd pair but I got the vibe that they were close on many things. "You know," she said, "you look a lot like Pamela Anderson. Know her?" The Baywatch one?" Rhonda grinned. "My boobs are not as big." Hers are too big," Laura said."Not for some people."Rhonda turned off the kitchen light, and Laura followed her to the livingroom. Rhonda put her drink on the coffee table and turned to face Laura. Her eyes were smoking. Laura wondered if her own were too."But some people like them," Rhonda said softly.She unbuttoned her suit jacket while Laura watched, then flung. I couldn’t hardly believe it, either. But, it happened. Just as it happened in Scout camps all over America, that very weekend, and others, year round.So, after all this self-reliance-ing, and merit-badging, and (of course) running around out doors and in the dark and the wild, well, we came home Sunday night, dirty, smelling of woodsmoke, and tired. So, Annie and I, after dinner, set the boys to bathing, and cleaned up the kitchen, and started the laundry, and then chased the boys to bed. ..’ Harry stopped speaking after seeing the dark look that filled Dean and Angelina’s faces. ‘He’s almost as feared as You Know Who himself Harry, the things he’s done...,’ Dean stopped speaking as he gave a little shiver which had nothing to do with the cold.‘We know he’s definitely a man,’ Angelina continued for Dean, ‘and we think he’s young too. He’s powerful Harry, very powerful, not just magically but physically. There are rumours that he killed a family of muggles with his fists alone..