"The Judge smiled at my answer, a warm fatherly expression. "Then I thinkI can let you off with just a warning this time. You can go back out toyour... father, now." Father?" I mumbled in confusion. My father was in St. Louis under thecare of a rather nice retirement home. He certainly wasn't in Ovid, butthen, I supposed that I wasn't exactly myself at the moment. Somehow, Iwas a red haired girl whose father apparently was waiting outside thecourtroom for her.Having put that much together, I. I knew Ben. He would be playing sad love songs by the time the evening was over. The women who crowded Mario's loved Ben and his playing. A good friend never missed a night that Ben played at Mario's.Mario's was a mid-priced restaurant and bar with a little dance floor. Ben knew how to play a dreamy dance ballad, but he always ended with those slow love songs women like to dance to. I like them myself, with my lady in my arms.Mario's was the kind of place you would expect to find a group of. Kelly shivered lustily as she watched the girl come. Soon she'd be in Chrissy's place, withBen's thick tongue reaming her horny little box, and she knew from experience that Ben was one of the great all-time pussy eaters. She creamed like crazy just thinking about it. She sucked greedily on Ben's throbbing prick, but when he seemed ready to come, she drew back. She and Chrissy weren't through with him yet."Okay, Chrissy, ready to switch places?" she grinned."Yeah," Chrissy cried, moving off the. Others have tried tunneling in from neighboring buildings. Cruder attempts involved using force. Even Polyjuice Potion, which Imogen says in an unaltered feature works for us, is anything but a sure thing. In every instance of a successful break-in to Gringott's (with one exception) that I could find, two common elements were present. First of all, the vault in question belonged to a wizard known to practice dark magic. Second, Polyjuice Potion or some other magic was used to trick the guards.