The room was rather cluttered. Clothes, books and sweet wrappers werescattered across the wooden floor giving the dormitory a classicschoolboy charm. ...The desks were piled with towering stacks of booksalong with empty inkwells and broken quills. Their trunks were left wideopen, their possessions hanging out from the sides like an overflowingbucket of water.Harry Potter was in a twilight state of mind, moving slowly by thewaking world, half way into unconsciousness. His head was buried in. Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come. One of my friends here has her passport if you really want to check it.”“I heard another say,“I’ve seen her around the uni, she wears skirts so short that you can see her pussy and ass all the time.”The thing was, that voice sounded a bit familiar but I couldn’t place it.At the first table Roxy put the naked me right in front of the 3 young men. After a couple of seconds Roxy told me to turn around and show them my butt. I did, then she slapped my butt and told me to show them properly. I. Are you ok?"She smiles, seeming relieved. "Definitely. Now come on, the owners added something since the last time we were here." She takes my hand and leads me through the kitchen. Pausing only to grab a bottle of chardonnay from the fridge and two glasses. "It's out in the back. I think you'll really enjoy this." She hands me the bottle. "But first, would you open this for me please?"Taking the bottle from her, I smile at her. "Wine? What's the occasion Mom? You seem awfully excited about.