I don't expect to be asgood as her or even the great Kim West. If anyone wants to continuethis beyond a Part 1 feel free. I doubt that I will.NEW HOLL...Y POTTERBY PAUL JUTRASIt was a cool summer night at Privet Drive when a young teenage let outa sigh from his bedroom window. Harry was a black-haired boy who was sothin it was almost on the unhealthy side. What made him stand out mostwas the lighting shape mark on his forehead. A mark, which had made himfamous during his first four years at. Karen came over to me and said King you can have this pussy anytime you want it. That weekend Sam’s work crew had to go out of town to clean up a storm area. When I came over to cut the grass Mrs. Karen had one of the ladies who lived up the street named Mrs. Fay over her house. Mrs. Fay was about forty years old, with a slim body, small, tits and red hair. She told me that her husband was overseas fighting the war on terror; she kept on looking me up and down while we made small talk. I went. Want to, want to, want to ... stay."Okay... "Jen, you still have to wake up. Have some water, clean your teeth ... that sort of thing." What the hell was I to do? Jen wasn't some ... no-strings fuck-buddy. And ... she was inebriated, to say the least. I left her on the couch and fetched a glass of water."Jen ... drink. Please."Her eyes opened and she peered up at me. "You want me to drink?" Just some water, Jen." Oh ... okay ... Boss..." Her hand rose and waved uncertainly in the general. Due being drunk myself I expected there help and we walked the shirt distance to the hotel. When we got there the security guard who was a huge black man said the 2 guys couldn't come in as they were not guests but when he realised how drunk my wife was he said ok and he took he arm I was with. So as we walk thro the hotel my wife is now carried by these 2 men and both are checking our her exposed boobs. As we reach our room I unlocked the door and these 3 guys all walk in with my wife. As they.