Maybe he was meant to be alone and lonely. Maybe, he thought, with another tear straining to break free, he was meant to suffer. Maybe he should just ...give up…resign himself to living alone for the rest of his days. What, he thought with finality, is the point of fighting it? It’s simply meant to be. The tear broke free momentarily, to be quickly swiped away by Charlie’s hand…a deft motion his hand had learned well on many a lonely night. As Charlie shuffled toward his small apartment, he bumped. I would have dearly liked to have had a stress-relieving wank but my sense of propriety and the thoughts of the consequences of being discovered by my ‘guests’ restricted me to have a few strokes to alleviate the itches that I was experiencing. As I pulled up my swimming costume from the corner of my eye I caught a movement in the bathroom mirror and realised that the partially open door had allowed anyone who might choose to look that way could not have avoided seeing me. Surely not, I thought. Susan had known this was coming sometime. She had listened to many tales from Hermione and Nym of Harry buggering them and by all accounts both witches loved the act. Susan knew there would be no pain thanks to magic but some deep primal part of the witch rebelled at the idea of the sodomy. Other parts of the Hufflepuff eagerly welcomed the new sex act. “I…I’d like that,” Susan whispered while turning her head and locking eyes with her wizard.Susan’s lips met Harry’s mouth in a hungry kiss. She asked questions and I answered. She asked more questions and I answered. Her brother stayed quiet. ‘Can I see inside?’ She asked. We helped her up and into my RV. She looked around and said, ‘There’s only one bed.’ I said, ‘The dining area converts into a bed. Takes less than a minute.’ I showed them. She looked at the tiny kitchen and said, ‘I can cook.’ I said, ‘Good, cause I’m not very good in the kitchen.’ ‘The jambalaya was pretty good.’ Kate said. ‘I got it at the market in.