“Yup, it feels as if your body is made of rubber now. Frankly, I’m surprised you managed to keep your cognitions, though I would wager a guess tha...t you won’t keep your mind for very long.” Harry said, slowly sliding his hands up Hermione’s body. Her eyes were frantically moving in every direction now, as she figured out just what Harry was planning on doing. Harry’s fingers reached underneath her robe, and stopped just before Hermione’s panties. “Now what are these doing here? Nice silk. I do ... but...”She quit talking as her lips hovered against his. She soon found herself locking her lips to his. Pressing her tongue into his mouth as she brought her hands up and cradled his face. It felt so good to her despite the feeling of guilt. She lost herself for several seconds as she kissed Paul deeply. Using all her power to pull his face away from hers.“I really can’t do this, Paul ... I think it would be best if you called me Mrs. Rogers from now on and not Christine ... and I go. Stan reached out and lifted her chin with his forefinger. He told her quietly, ‘Denise, I think we’d all have said you were justified, but yes, it probably wouldn’t have been good. Ewan’s a snake, but as Tim said, he’s pretty secure here what with his Dad and all that. Best to stay out of his way for a bit, huh?’ Denise nodded, eyes bright and glittery, and turned to walk away. – – – – – – – – – – Ewan, it seemed, hadn’t forgotten that Stan had been there. On Friday afternoon, after he’d been. With each blink, his eyes became more difficult to open again, until finally, he couldn't open them at all. * He sat beside her, ten rows back from the stage in the cavernous opera house. The lights were still up, and the audience murmured with anticipation of the first act. She was as radiant as he had ever seen her - hair swept up as if magically held in complex patterns of shining swirls, each strand perfectly in place. The neckline of the simple black dress exposed much of the rounded.