“Hi, how are you?” Her voice, just those four words, goes straight to my heart.“Hi there, I’m well, you?” What conversationalists. I reach o...ut and take her hands in mine; electricity seems to course through me. She moves closer and our faces close until that glorious moment when our lips touch, fleetingly at first. Again they touch and again and again, each time longer and more open until finally we press our lips hard together and our tongues make love as they snake in and out of our. .. I-I justwanted him t-to understand, that i-it's not easy for us... I-it wasn't likehe thought it w-was," she continued as she fought the urge to cry. "Andthe n-next thing I know... he.... He... was... a girl." Tears streamed from herface as the Professor's worst fears were realized. A student had beentransfigured, and she didn't know how. The Professor looked over at theother girl, she was pretty, but plain, her hair, was obviously a boy'scut, and she sat very unladylike in what were. "I thought about you all day, Captain Handsome. Sexy thoughts. (Blush) Eggplant emoji thoughts (Wink)"Right now I'm imagining undressing you out of your business clothes from head-to-toe. I want to greet you at the door wearing sexy gold hot pants and a bra full of cleavage. They will be low-cut hot pants that barely cover my labia! You will be so excited to see all my skin from my belly button down to you-know-where! (Blush) I'll have a nice cameltoe for you to look at."First I will need to. I sit by the pool, number two brings me a bite to eat and a glass of wine. She's a treasure. In the moonlight I see her eyes glow. I smile and kiss her forehead before she disappears again. I look up at the stars, sip my wine and light a cigar, let the smoke curl through my mouth and escape again through my nose, tasting the dark, sweet Brazilian tobacco. My mind replays today's video. Image by image, carefully analysing each one, looking for small clues, signals, responses. I close my eyes..