I was probably also fainted when the taxi driver pulled up. I cracked one eye, saw we were not home yet and just closed my eye again. But I then heard... the taxi driver was getting out of the car and opening the rear door. He bent down, grabbed my feet and swung them up onto the seat. He quickly grabbed the hem of my dress and just pulled it up to my waist. After that he took hold of my pantyhose and ragged it off down my legs. I was not wearing panties; so, I was naked from the waist down. I. Now that she thought of it, Hermione could not recall seeing Imogen that morning - very odd. As she wondered what might be the reason, her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden silence in the Great Hall. Professor Dumbledore had stood up, and there was no need for him to call for silence. In a trice the hall was completely quiet."Only a short interruption," the headmaster assured them. "You'll be back to your breakfast in a moment. Some of you may have noticed that Professor McGonagall is not. My bosses want me to come look after you when you go home, for as long as it takes. How do you feel about that?"I contemplated her and I alone in a bedroom, with no risk of anyone walking in and interrupting us, and said, "That would be perfect." her smile was all the reassurance I needed.We chatted lying close together until I fell asleep, and she snuck out to go home. When I woke up I was terribly lonely.In the morning Doctor Phaisal came in full of energy, determined to get me up and going.. ” His voice was shaking, but whether from shame or nervousness Trisha couldn't be sure. “I’m not young anymore; in fact I'm in my sixties, still fit and active. It's just things are not working well, you know... down below!” Once more a cough and long silence followed.“Go on, you are doing great!” Trisha encouraged.“My wife lost interest years ago. I didn't, but couldn't bring myself to have an affair, so I... well you know... I satisfy myself. Well, I used to, would still like to but... but it.