The eyes of Winter

Chapter 30...A Gryffindor Seduction

Winter felt like Scarlett O\'Hara as they kept dancing, not caring who saw,
and Draco was her Rhett Butler. Turning, and twirling around the dance floor.
He still held secrets. Who could of known he was such a fabulous dancer?
And Gods, so smooth! Like he floated next to her, coming ever closer
as the music played on.

Winter could feel her heat rising. It dared her to move in ways she knew
she shouldn\'t, but he did too. Teasing her slightly with his hands as they
moved sweetly around Winter when he turned her. Ballroom dancing usually
wasn\'t what she was into, but Draco made it so sexy. Just what he did for
almost anything else, and the music was absolutly haunting.

\"Watch those hands, Mister.\" She looked up and smiled. His grey eyes
looked back at her, full of the cocky attitude she loved. With one sly move
Draco had suddenly closed the small gap between them. Pressing so close
she could feel his breath on her neck.

Draco whispered into her ear slowly. \"Yes, Mistress.\"

It sent a bolt of lightning down her back, ending at the base of
her spine. Making her moan softly back at him. Thankfully
no one could see that his body was so close, she could feel
his hardning member. Dress robes weren\'t so bad after all.

\"How long did you want to stay?\" She barely could find the words,
as he spun her again, and brought her back harshly into him.
She could actually feel the heat rising from her cheeks.

\"As long as you want, Mistress.\" Another sly half smile from
him, as he rubbed her crotch with his knee for a moment, before
moving again. It was the final straw for Winter. She stopped, and took
him from the dance floor. Looking around, but everyone seemed to
be involved in their own thing.

\"You know where to find me, Draco. Give me some time, and I\'ll
be waiting. I wouldn\'t suggest keeping me waiting very long. Don\'t
be followed, pet.\"

Winter pecked him on the cheek, and said a loud good-night. She
came in for a hug, and her expert fingers searched out his cock beneath
his robes. She carressed it lovingly, and turned away from him. Heading for
the doors. Less than an hour, at least she had made it that long.

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Hermione eyed the Slytherin couple as they left the dance floor.
Ron was nowhere near the dancer Draco was, but they got the job
done. He held her hand tightly while they danced. Hermione couldn\'t
tell if it was her hand or Ron\'s, but it was getting damp. Come to think
other parts of her were too.

For a week now Hermione had plotted and planned for this night. She
had even downed a contraceptive potion for the first time. She wanted
it to be perfect, and she was going to have her way. She had made up her
mind that Ron would be the one to take her virginity.

Hermione knew through the grapevine that she was one of the last upper
class girls to hold on to it in Gryffindor tower. To afraid of letting what resided
in her to be free. Sometimes her thoughts scared her. The feeling she wasn\'t
normal had held her at bay, but now she had the book. The little red wonder
it was. It was time, and tonight was it.

\"Ron?\" He jumped slightly at the sound of his name. \"Are you having a
good time?\" She sounded like she wasn\'t.

\"UM, kinda. I guess.\" He looked down, and shrugged his shoulders.

\"Would you like to go somewhere else? Just to talk...you know.\" She lied
through her teeth, trying to sound innocent.

\"Where did you have in mind, Hermione?\" He knew not to fall too easily into
her trap. \"The library, maybe?\" Ron smiled just a little, he couldn\'t help it.

\"No, Ron.\" This was going to be more difficult than she first thought. \"Just
borrow Harry\'s cloak and come to my room in twenty minutes. It\'s important.
OK?\" She gave him a pair of almost pleading eyes.

\"OK, Mione.\" He gave in to her, those eyes were too much for him.

Without another word she turned and made her way towards the doors.
Leaving him alone on the dance floor. He could even see the way she
walked was different. It was full of confidence, and a certain way she
moved make you stop and stare for a moment. Almost like...

\'Ah Merlin!\' He groaned inwardly. \'VaShawn, what did you do?\'

He wasn\'t sure how, but someone had instilled that in Hermione, and
it could only be one person. He thought about Hermione taking on just a
little of Winter\'s attitude. It made his cock jump under his robes, reminding
him he was standing on the dance floor by himself.

He found Harry with Ginny by the punch bowl. It still weirded Ron out
that his little sister wanted to \'shag the life\' out of Harry. She had told
him several times, maybe hoping that Ron would say something to him.
Only Ron never said anything. If Ginny wanted it she could get it herself.
There was no way he was gonna hook his baby sister up with a booty call.
Or worse if they got together, then split, guess who would get the blame.
Yep, old Ronnikins, and bollocks to that.

\"Harry,\" he leaned close, \"Got to use your cloak. Is that alright?\"

\"Sure Ron. Knock yourself out.\" Harry looked at him questioningly.
\"Everything OK?\"

Harry noticed Ron was pale, and kind of sweaty. But still he looked like he
was nervous, maybe anticipating something by the way he shifted back
and forth.

\"Yeah, everything\'s fine.\" Ron\'s eyes darted toward to doors. \"I\'ll see
you later, Harry.\" He began to walk away, but turned for a moment.
\"Ginny behave yourself.\"

She shot him a look that could of froze hell. Harry only looked at Ginny,
not quite understanding what had just happened between the two
Weasleys. Must have been a brother/sister thing. Sometimes they were
weird like that. The twins were *really* bad about not ever letting you in
on their conversations.

Ron made it up the Gryffindor common room, it was deserted. Everyone
must still be at the dance. The dorms were empty too as he fished out
Harry\'s cloak from under his mattress. He went back downstairs to wait.
Sitting in front of the fire, it helped dry the thin layer of sweat that had
broke out on his forehead. It had been a long time since Hermione had
touched him.

Luna had been alright, but she never sparked off inside what Hermione did.
That ache that yearns to be fufilled, and if it\'s not the right one doing the
fufilling, it only makes it burn stronger. The last week had been hell, wanting
but not being able to touch. Even though she wanted to be touched! He had
held off like Winter had told him, and it now seemed to be the right time to go
to Hermione. This time he knew her game. He knew someone had something
wonderful planned for him, and he left to go find out what it was.

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Hermonie looked into her full length mirror. She didn\'t look half bad.
The owl post had brought her yesterday what she now wore. She had
ordered it secretly from the wizard clothing catalog, \"Madame Devin
Desire\'s: Clothing for After Midnight.\"

She had found it a long time ago outside by the Quidditch pitch, near
the boys\' locker rooms. Hermione didn\'t want to think about why it was
there, just took it to look at it. Glad now she had saved it. Seems Madame
Devin was still in business.

She had seen it and fell in love with it. Soft silver satin that started at
the top light, and cascaded down getting darker as it went and ended up
black on the bottom. It drug around behind her as she walked around her
Head Girl\'s room. Waiting, listening for Ron. Her hair felt strange up, and
not around her shoulders as usual. She had slicked it back into a simple bun,
but she left little wisps of hair down to frame her face. She figured this was
the best it was going to get, and she glided on some light brown lipstick.

She was still staring at herself in the mirror when the knock on the door
startled her. She leaned in, liking for the first time in a long while what she
saw. She promtly gave herself a quick kiss on her reflection, leaving a perfect
shaped lip mark on the mirror. She smiled brightly.

Hermione lifted up the long bottom of her nightie as she stepped quickly
up the small steps to her door. She opened it, and a rush of cold air swept
past her. After it had gone she shut and locked the door with her wand, and
set a silencing spell.

She turned to look down at her floor, and there was Ron. Throwing off
Harry\'s cloak and just turning to really see her for the first time. Hermione
froze on the last step, holding her wand, and also holding his gaze. Ron
was open mouthed, and trying to get the words out.

\"Her-Hermione?\" It was barely above a whisper. \"You look beautiful.\"

The compliment sent her soaring, and she began to move towards him.
Ron was transfixed and had a very small smile playing on his lips. When
she was right before him, she reached up and ran a finger from his red
hair to his crotch. His hard-on responded to her touch immediately.

\"WOH!\" He jumped back slightly in suprise. \"Hermione? What in Merlin
are you doing?\"

\'That\'s right, play it off Ron. It\'s all part of the game.\'

He smiled in fake embarrassment as she continued to take steps
towards him. She had turned him around, and was walking towards
him as he went backwards. Her smile was fiendishly sexy, and when
the bed hit the back of his knees he fell. Splaying back on the bed
but she never stopped moving, in one swift movement she had crawled
up on him. Making it a point to grind her hips into his clothed erection.

She was looking forward to seeing what each Weasley man bragged about.
She had always heard tales of why Mrs.Weasley had so many kids, passed
down from girls year to year. It almost scared her, but now it only intreged her.
Even after all this time of on-again off-again romance between them, she
hadn\'t ever had his dick out of his pants. She had played with it, rubbed it
outside of his trousers, or through his boxers one time at the burrow, but
that was it. Hermione had only let Ron finger her a few times, it had been
good for the time. But now she wanted more, so much more.

\"I know you want this, Ron.\" Her voice had dropped and now was taking on a
whole new life. \"It\'s time.\"

With her words she ran her hand down to the button on his pants. Nimble
little hands working to free him from his clothing prison. It was all too much
for Ron. He jumped up swiftly, sending Hermione bouncing on the bed where
he had been. It was all too fast. Both his heads were on overload level. He
faced the door, not looking at her, trying to cool off his now boiling blood.
She was calling his name seductively from behind him, but he couldn\'t face
her at the moment.

Hermione knew Ron was trying to fight it. Trying to be the gentleman he had
always had been in the past. She had never pushed him this far. He was used
to her lying back as he felt her up, being the soft little schoolgirl he wanted.
Only now she wanted more. Before Ron had always wanted to be the one to
try new things, but it was nothing different than regular things experimenting
teenagers did. It had been too long, and their was so much pent up sexual
tension between them. He couldn\'t hold out much longer.

Hermione had put her plan B into action. She sat on the edge of the bed,
and slowly removed her new nightie. She tossed it up, making sure to make
it land on Ron\'s head. He still had his back to her. He reached up to pull it
down into his hands, and made the mistake of turning to face her.

Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed. Arms crossed over her
breasts, legs open, showing every part of her black satin thongs. She
wasn\'t embarrased though. Her eyes bore into him as she slowly ran her
hands over her cheeks, and neck. With only a small smile playing on her lips.
She had been practicing her seduction moves, and in her mind became almost
good at it. Ron was still staring open mothed, her silk gown in his hands,
and red faced.

\"Do you want me, Ron?\" She sucked gingerly on the end of her pinky
finger. Making sure he saw her tounge flick out for a moment. Ron
nodded and dropped her nightie. Slowly walking towards the bed. She
was a vision. Her lovely still tan skin, and the flawlessness of it took
his breath away. He could even see the way her brown eyes sparkled
with the candles that floated here and there.

\"Come here, Ron. Come here and touch me.\" Hermione stayed still on
the edge of the bed as Ron dropped down in front of her. Looking at her
with such adoration in his eyes she almost broke, but she held firm in her
mission to show him how she needed to be touched.

\"What do you want me to do, Hermione?\" Ron\'s voice shook a little bit.
He was so close, dangerously close to dropping this whole charade. But he
knew if he did, everything that was about it happen wouldn\'t. On his knees
he was only inches from her lips now.

Hermione let her arms fall to the sides, reveiling her bare breasts
to him. Lovely, and perfectly round at the bottoms, topped with rosy
nipples that perked into precious peaks of flesh. \"Do it, Ron. I know
you want to, but do it right. Easy.\"

He only hesitated for a moment, then brought both hands up to carress
her breasts softly like she had told him. Cupping them, then letting his thumbs
rub gently over her nipples. Feeling them harden under his hands with a shutter.

\"Yes, that\'s it.\",she purred. \"Now a little harder with your palms.\" He began
to kneed them a little rougher. \"Just like that.\"

Ron didn\'t know what to do. Finally after all this time he had his hands
on her bare flesh. It was creamy smooth, and he longed to envelop her.

\'Patience,\' he told himself. \'Steady old boy, you can do this.\'

His excitement turned to amazement as she pulled back, and laid down.
She sat back up on her elbows and looked at him expectantly, as she
brought her butt to the edge of the bed, and set her legs on his shoulders.

\"Take them off, Ron.\" She wasn\'t asking him to do it, she was telling him.

He obliged her, almost liking this submissive/dominant thing. He was in for
the long run this time. Hermione had never let him have such a great view.
She usually hid under her skirt, not wanting him to take it off. He grabbed
her silky knickers and brought them over her hips. They were hooked on
her foot, and she kicked them off with a smile of triumph. This felt good,
it felt really good.

Ron blew of soft stream of air over her wetness. She could tell Ron
liked the shave job she had done. Hermione had dropped the shag rug,
and opted for a small strip of shortened curls. The air felt strange on her
newly exposed parts, but she wasn\'t complaining. The book had even had
a section on hygiene, brilliant.

Ron didn\'t have to be told what was to come next. He set his hands on
her hips, and begin to rub small circles on them as he brought himself closer
to her smooth slit. He dove into her slowly with his tounge, splitting her pink
lips apart further. Hermione responded with a strangled cry the first time he
ran it over her swollen clit. He swirled into her folds with a soft moan that
vibrated her insides, and sent waves of pleasure over her. She ran her
small fingers through his copper hair, pulling him up slightly to hit her
throbbing spot.

\"Gods, yes! Right there.\" She was beginning to wonder if he had done
this without her before, but was swept away as a long finger slid its way
into her pulsing walls. Ron knew how tight she was, he had only had two
fingers in her, and that was only one time. On the other hand, he had
never got her this wet before. She absolutly dripped with her juices
and his saliva.

Ron palmed her mound and used his thumb to graze her clit, causing
her to wiggle on the mattress. He moved up next to her, and put a
nipple in his mouth. Still continuing to move against her clit, moving
his fingers inside her at the same time. Her moans were coming more
frequently, and louder as he sucked her nipple hard.

\"Yes, Ron! You\'re gonna make me...ahhhhh.\" It was starting and she
could feel her first non self-induced orgasm coming. Slowly starting in her
feet and rising, sending a wave of heat all over her. Ron in her ear was all
it took to send her over the edge.

\"Come on, Mione. You\'re so beautiful.\" Ron rasped heavily in her ear,
as she began to tighten with his rapidly working fingers. \"Cum for me,
baby.\"

Hermione closed her eyes as it came, watching as a thousand stars
flashed behind her eyes, and her muscles spasmed in pleasure over Ron\'s
magic fingers. Releasing some much needed tension between the two, but
things were only beginning this evening. Ron nuzzled into her neck,
breathing across her naked flesh.

Hermione was trying to come back to reality. She had been getting
herself off for months now, but had never had one as intense and
incrediable as the one Ron had just given her. She struggled to come
back to herself, and managed to clear her mind with the thought that
she was naked and Ron wasn\'t.

\"Take your clothes off, Ron. I want to watch you do it.\" He began to
wiggle next to her on the bed, jerking his robes harshly. \"No! Stand up.
I want to see.\"

He stood quickly, and began to disrobe by the bed. Not feeling self
concious until his shirt and pants remained. Only time others saw him
naked was in the showers, and they didn\'t count. They were guys, they
weren\'t going to evaluate his every move. But yet, he didn\'t want to
have sex with them either. Hermione was another story.


\"The shirt, Ron. Off with it.\" Her voice snapped him back into reality,
and he tried to drop the shy routine. He flung it off unto the floor, with
a smile at Hermione, who was laying on her stomach watching the show.
Sinfully naked. \"Now the pants!\" , she barked when he stopped to watch
her.

He slowly unbuttoned his pants, trying to stay away from the hard ache
that resided in them. He pulled them down and took his boxers with them.
No use in drawing this out any further. Sweet relief as his hot cock hit the
cold air made him draw in a quick breath. He stood still, waiting ,watching
for Hermione\'s next move.

She looked at him, never knowing before how wonderful of a body Ron
really had. His muscles dipped and swayed down his long arms, sculpted
by years of Quidditch and wrestling with his brothers tirelessly. His skin
was a pale color of cream, with specks of cinnamon thrown aimlessly
across it. His freckles were everywhere, and were visible even through
the darker red hairs that lightly dusted his chest. They moved further
down over the small masses of his belly, leading to his noticably large
member.

She stood up, and went to him. Reaching upwards to curl her fingers in
his hair, as she brought him down for a kiss. Ron was almost a foot taller
than she was, but she managed to find his lips. Hermione kissed him like
never before, full of passion, wanting, and love. Over and over again,
bringing them together. Breathlessly holding each other, not wanting to
stop.

Hermione tentively brought one hand down, and began to brush his cock.
Lightly touching the tip, and then exploring every inch as she became braver.
Ron then knew what the others talked about late night in the dorms. It felt
incrediable, he couldn\'t quite believe Hermione could deliver such pleasure.
Her little hand moving so smoothly across his hard dick.

She moved back from him, and took her hand away. He groaned in protest.
Here sie signaled toward her four poster bed.

\"Alright, Ron. Lay down on your back. Spread your legs.\" He looked almost
untrusting at what she wanted him to do, but of course lust got the better
of him. He laid in the middle, and slowly brought his legs out. He was sure
she wanted to shove something in his ass. He was new to this game, and
that was his biggest fear.

She whispered something, and to his horror/excitement small ropes began
to come from the corners of the bed wrapping around his wrists and ankles.
He looked to Hermione with a slight fear in his eyes, but she only smiled softly
with her wand still in her hand. She walked around the bed slowly, and set it
on her nightstand.

She made it once again to the foot of the bed, and she slipped up
between his open legs. Hovering over his hard length, taking it in
visually before placing the moistened tip in her awaiting mouth, tasting the
salty pre-cum. Ron let out an agonizingly long groan from his open mouth,
as he tilted his head back. Arms straining against the white ropes, knuckles
white.

\"Oh yes, Hermione. Do that again...By Merlin\'s robe!...What are you
doing to me?\" Ron panted out between the lovely licks and nibbles she
was giving his shaft. Running her soft tounge over the many veins
that ran along the bottom of it. She couldn\'t take it all in, but she
wasn\'t sure if anyone could. Even if they *were* experienced.

She tried her best, only choking a couple times. Until she got her rhythm
down. Then she went father down, tried to go faster, swirling her tounge
around his head, and sucking harder as he moved a little beneath her.
Pushing his hips up toward her warm mouth, lost in the pleasure she brought
him. Again, and again she moved on him, feeling herself drip as Ron spoke
to her more through his sensations.

\"AHH..yesssss....please Mione...let me go..I want...to touch...oh Gods...
just like that...\" Ron strained hard against his bindings but they held.
This was surely her game now. Now sucking the head softly as she
moved her hand up and down on him, with increasing pressure. \"Oh like that...yes...Mione\", he panted. \"I\'m gonna...\"

Before he could even finish forcing his mouth to talk through
the pleasure, it was too late. Fire surged through his balls, and
out his reddened cock, right into her mouth. He hadn\'t ment it to go
that way, but she didn\'t seem to mind. She was licking his head clean,
and smiling up at him. Obviously pleased with herself.

\"Uh, sorry.\" He looked down at her, she was still between his legs.
\"I couldn\'t help it.\" He sighed and laid his head back. \"That was wicked!\"

\"Glad you enjoyed it.\" She then mumbled something once again, and the
ties unwound themselves, and fell from the bed.

\"MMMM, thank you.\" Ron sat up and wrapped his long arms around her
stomach. Pulling her on top of his naked body, skin pressed together,still
breathing hard, resting his head on her pillow. \" I just wanted to touch,
to feel you. It\'s been so long, and I missed you. I love you, Hermione. Ever
since you stayed with us a couple summers ago at the burrow.\" His eyes
were serious, and his cheeks pink with his prior performance.

Hermione could feel him getting hard again. It teased her, brushing her
thigh. She moved her hips closer to it, and Ron pushed it into her thigh harder.

\"See what you do to me, Mione? I\'ve wanted you for so long.\" He flipped them
over harshly, and met her for another burning kiss.

She knew what she wanted, and Ron was almost there. He was moving on
her now, slowly back and forth next to her hot core. She could feel her
legs dropping, spreading themselves wider for him, wanting him to come
closer. Only he seemed to be holding back.

\"Please Ron. I want you. Do it, I can\'t wait anymore.\" She pleaded with
him as he rubbed the head of his large cock on her clit. Slowly working it
back and forth, as she became wet again.

\"I don\'t want to hurt you. You\'re still a....\" Ron sounded like he
thought himself an unworthly thief. Stealing her virginity in the dark
of night.

Hermione nodded. \"You won\'t hurt me, Ron. I know you won\'t. Just
go slow. I want you to, please.\"

Ron sat himself up a little, looking down to where he was positioned
between her legs. He moved against her clit once more, before guiding
himself to her tightness. He only pushed a little bit, letting his head move
back and forth in her hot entrance. Ron moved a little further in, and could
feel her barrier, and kept moving up to it. Running his fingers over her folds,
making his fingers wet, and then moving them over his shaft. Making the lower
half wet to slide easier into her.

The pain was slightly there as he kept pushing slowly. He was inside
stretching her unknown regions, and he was being careful. It was pure
torture as he worked slowly, trying not to hurt her. Anymore she longed
so bad for him, she just didn\'t care. She moved her hands to cup his face,
bringing his eyes to hers.

\"Please, Ron. Just do it. I love you so much...I just want to feel you
inside me. I can\'t wait any longer.\"

Ron pushed hard with her words, breaking her innocence. She sucked her
breath in harshly as the burn began to spread. He stayed still for a moment
eyeing her for any sign of wanting him to stop. She showed none. He began
to move again, slow languid strokes. Hermione began to relax as the pain
lessened, replaced by the fierce pleasure that Ron was awakening inside her.

\"Oh, Hermione.\" He moaned above her as he moved inside her. \"You feel so
good.\"

She responded to him. She loved this little thing she had learned about
Ron. He was vocal, and it made her simply melt. She could feel the vibration
of his voice when he spoke, and it seemed to make its way to her new found
sensations, making them more intense. She felt like she would cum again if
Ron would only keep talking to her.

Ron was breathing hard as he picked up his pace a little. Moving to be
deeper within her. She pushed against him, moving her hips, inviting him
to explore her.

\"MM....Waited so long...oh Gods...that\'s it..\" She was so lost in the pleasure
as Ron pushed himself to the hilt, she cried out in rapture. Smiling as she
looked up at Ron. His eyes closed, and his mouth open as the ragged breaths
came out of him with each pump of his narrow hips. Hermione wrapped
her shaking legs around him, pulling them up as far as she could get them
to go. Ron only bucked harder into her wet honey pot.

Hermione scratched his back in great red streaks that rose on his skin.
\"Yes, Ron! Fuck me like that!\" She tossed her bed back and moaned loudly
in the large room, as Ron continued to rampage her pussy.

Ron could feel her awaiting orgasm begin as he brought his hand up and
flicked his finger across her swollen clit. Hermione began to tremble beneath
him, and whimpered as her toes began to curl. Willing herself to release,
wanting nothing more.

\"Talk to me, tell me baby!\" She was crying out to Ron, her head still limp,
and her back arching off the mattress. Arms straight out, tense and her
fingers digging into her top blanket.

\"That\'s it, Mione. Come on, I want to feel you cum on my cock. \" Ron
was low in her year again. Pushing into her with slow hard thrusts. He
marveled in the way Hermione reacted to his voice.

\"Almost, I\'m almost there.\" She panted out and pushed her hips up
toward him. Waiting, waiting for release.

\"Let it go. Give it to me...I want it.\" Ron had growled posessively in her
ear, and it was all she needed to move beyond anything she had never
known before. She shook with pleasure as the waves washed over her.
Elation like a new emotion taking her over. Losing herself in the moment
of splendor.

Ron felt her walls clench down on him, and a small trickle ran down
between their sexes. So willing, so tight, so his. He found his rhythm again
in the aftermath of her quaking, and he soon emptied himself in her with a
small roar, as she moaned his name into his ear.

They lay together not moving. Ron planting small kisses on her cheeks, and
neck. Breathing warmly on her now cooling skin.

\"Are you alright, Mione?\" She hadn\'t said anything, and he was hoping she
wasn\'t in pain.

\"Wow,\" she sighed. \"That was better than I imagined it would be.\"

He smiled again at her, she seemed to almost be glowing in the dimly lit
room. He rolled over onto his back, feeling strange as they came apart. Just
breathing laying on the bed taking it all in what had happened. Breathing hard
because he had no words.

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Dear readers...sorry it took so long...I\'m
not that fast when it comes to writing smut.
I hate using words like \'cock\' , and \'pussy\' all
the time. I feel like I\'m writing porno script!
The usage of \'Honey Pot\' is for my old man,
he likes stupid names for ana...l...like \'Meat Lance\'
It\'s a thing with his cousin....always trying to one up each other
with another crazy perverse name for something. Glad I don\'t tell them
about this site...I\'m seen some good ones on here while reading! Anyway
please review, and I know I\'ve said it before but spell forgive my stupid spelling errors.
Spell check is being such an asshole...dosen\'t want fixed...but still I try!
I hope I got them all, but I\'ve been so fanaticly engrossed in watching, \"The
Blues Brothers for the last week straight...I can think of nothing else...\"THE
BAND ELWOOD THE BAND!!!!!!!\" (sings)...She caught the Katy, and left me
a mule to ride....sorry it\'s a music thing!!!
Till later faithful readers!...Shaolin :)