They'll call you by her name and want you to call them Dad or Uncle and sometimes talk dirty as they fuck you. I'm like a surrogate for somebody they ...can't have." That's sick." Dave was appalled.Megan just shrugged. Dave tried to imagine what the girl's life was really like and what effects it had had on her. He realised that he should avoid taking anything for granted where she was concerned.By the time the starters were finished and cleared away, and the main course was underway, her glass. He also realized he was still bent over the trash can he had walked into, and the impact with the trash can had smeared some other slob's mustard all over his shirt."So who is the slob now?"He jumped at the sound of his own voice. That was supposed to be in his head. Apparently, she sent him for a bigger loop than he expected.He stood there thinking. Attempting to think. Mostly locking up."Do I go inside?" OK, no. She's trying on lingerie. That would be awkward." Well it's not like it's. .. let me put it this way. If Steve was sitting right over there..." Lydia motioned to the couch, "and this Porter guy was standing right in front of you, would you play with that man's prick... even through his pants?" Lydia watched with interest as Barbara's face flushed even redder."Of course not!" Barbara protested.Lydia nodded. She waited a moment. She looked at her granddaughter expectantly until she Barbara was only staring straight ahead stony faced."Okay, would you have let Rafe. ”“Well, we know it isn’t Harry Potter,” he said. “If it was, at least we’d have done something like Neville Longbottom and blown something up.”“That it isn’t Potter magic is a good thing,” said Mindy. “Can you imagine the chaos that would result if all that was real?”Bobby waved the wand and said, “Move!” while pointing it at the vase of flowers in the center of the table. Nothing happened. He did it again and pushed at the vase with his other hand. When that produced nothing, he tried.