Instinctively, the professor looked back behind her toward the open door. There, on the table next to the sitting chair, was her wand. “Ron?” Herm...ione asked. “What’s—” “RUN GIRL!” cried Professor McGonagall just as she lunged toward the steely eyed redhead before her. With a wave of his wand, he sent her crashing against the far wall. “Stupefy!” cried Hermione, but, without even looking back towards her, he deflected the spell as if he were swatting a fly. He stepped toward the professor,. I close them again to try and give them time to adjust . The dripping of the water is so loud , each drop sounds as if it is crashing to the ground . I try to focus on my breathing to clear my head . When I try to move , I realize I am bound and I become dizzy as I can not feel the ground beneath me . I open my eyes and though they are still not completely in focus I realize that I am not at home any more . I am in a big building , a warehouse possibly from what little I can bring into focus .. ”The rest of the week, I thought of nothing else but the possibilities enabled by the dance. She would be out on her own. If I worked it right, I might be able to get my hands on those lovely teats of hers. Saturday night finally came around and I arrived around ten. The dance started at nine. I walked in, paid for my entrance, got my hand stamped and started to look around. “There you are!” a voice behind me said. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”“I wouldn’t miss it. But I. Thursday evening Linda was excited about the going to the ranch on Friday. I was surprised to find out this was to be her first vacation in over ten years. Linda's schedule was so cleared that she said she could pack for us Friday morning but we went ahead and packed ourselves. At 8PM we drove Linda's car to the airport and parked it for her return. This, more than anything, seemed to make Linda believe the trip was going to happen as planned.Later Thursday evening Virginia and I ganged up on.