They stop atthe dressing table and I hear him pick something up (the handcuffs Iassume). He then strides up to me, forced my hands roughly behind myba...ck and forced the cuffs tightly around my wrists. I feel the coldmetallic sensation as I hear them click locked. He then turns me aroundand starts taking a few pics.This all goes to plan. He takes a few pics of me standing there, undoesmy Mac, then a few more, forces me to me knees, then a few more pics.Then he puts the camera down on the table,. Thank fuck for the internet!By my mid-teens, my parents were aware that I was gay. This did not really trouble them at all, but my mother from time to time would feign disappointment at the fact that she would never have grandchildren. On one such occasion, as she bemoaned this matter, my father mischievously taunted her by saying, “How the hell would you be able to cope with grandchildren when you can’t even make a decent soufflé?” Naturally, all hell broke loose after that comment.My father. “Pfft. You sound just like those geeks at the Nobel Institute.”They laughed at that, Julie coughing a little bit at the end from her first cigarette in three years.“Well, where is Troy?” Helena asked once the laughing and coughing died away.“Last I saw, he was slipping off somewhere with Maria.”“Hm. Probably slipping her The Dick to End All Dicks too.” Helena wiped away an invisible tear and gave a little sniffle as she tossed her still-lit cigarette off the balcony. “My little girl is all. Last year I swear Snape took more points from us than the Gryffindors, just from Tomson alone!"Harry shoots a short glare down the table, where Timothy "Troll" Tomson boasted obnoxiously about his summer in Germany, "Idiot. I'll never understand how that dunce ended up in Slytherin." Ever a fan of using his words to her gain, Pansy smirked, a light hand running up Harry's thigh, "I hope you'll get to 'slither-in' me sometime soon, babe..." That," Harry answered, kissing Pansy, "was terrible..