Chapter 3: The Art of Healing Through Massage

"Ow!" Harry grimaced, twisting on the bed as Mrs Calahaan rubbed his back. "That really hurts!"

"I'm sorry, Harry," Cindy sighed. She sat straddling his hips, kneading her thumbs into the aching muscles paralleling his spine. "I'm doing my best. I'm

afraid you're just going to have to get used to this kind of pain if you keep saving ladies in distress."

Harry said nothing. He lay naked on his stomach, a towel modestly covering his bare ass, a tall, lean, handsome teen who after taking his neightboor home

after she hurth herself at her ankle, he also got hurth. After how good this day has been, something bad was supossed to happen. Something like hurting

his back after carrying her back to her house at Number Fourteen Privet Drive. But lucky for him, Cindy was working as a new doctor at a near by hospital

and she knew that the injury was nothing more than a back spasm that would disappear within a day if she had something to say about it. Lucky for her,

her ankle was just a ruse to get this fine teen into her bedroom.

"It's so embarrassing," Harry sighed.

"Now, now," Cindy chided. "It's nothing... a back massage from me and you'll be good as new."

"I'm so sorry that I follen in your pool and draged you after me," Harry said softly.

"Oh, don't be... your clothes will be dry soon... and your back will be good as new!" Cindy smiled. Her plan was going better then she expected. Even if

she had to fake it somehow to push him and herself in the pool.

"And I'm so sorry that I've stared at you," Harry whined.

"Oh, for goodness sake, I've already told you... it's a compliment for me when someone stares..." Cindy giggled, playfully pinching his ass through the

towel. "I like teasing!"

"I'll remember that," Harry grumbled.

Cindy felt her cheeks flush. "I... I know pretty well why men usually stare at me."

Harry didn't answer, but his expression told Cindy that he knew what she meant. Cindy had just turned twenty-seven, and she wondered if she would ever

be old enough not to have problems because of the very fitt and sexxy body she had. She was delicately built, with the slender bone structure of a model

or a dancer, but every inch of flesh on her seemed to have been sculptured to make her a sex object.

Her legs were well-toned and curvaceous, shapely at thigh and calf. Cindy's buns were round and firm and athletically protuberant. She had lost count of

the times she'd turned suddenly on the street to find some horny male with a bulging crotch staring transfixedly at her ass. Her waist was only twenty-six

inches; she hadn't gained an ounce since her eighteenth birthday.

But the main problem with her body, of course, was the size of her tits. Cindy sighed as she looked down at herself, still rubbing Harry's back, seeing

how her huge, firm tits stretched the terry robe. Her tits would have been just the right size if she'd been a broad-shouldered, tall female basketball

player. But they were obscenely oversized for her delicate bone structure, and her nipples were just as outrageous, wide and deep red, with big, protuberant

tits. It was impossible to go outdoors without having countless men gawk at her enormous, round tits... and gawk was the word for what half of the neighborhood

population... had been doing when ever she'd go out... even just for a run.

"Rub lower, please," Harry said. "Shit, it hurts." Cindy slid farther down his waist, wishing that she'd worn panties, flushing as she felt her furry pussy

pressing Harry's bare thigh as she straddled him. She rubbed his spine briskly, trying to remember the techniques she'd once learned as a nurse. Suddenly

Harry moaned and clutched desperately at his upper leg.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped. "My thigh! It's killing me!"

"Sometimes the pain shoots down there," Cindy said, wincing sympathetically. "It's normal."

"Oh, fuck!" Harry bit his lip. "It's like a knife!"

"All right. Turn over. I better rub you there too."

Harry swiveled quickly onto his back, in so much pain that he didn't notice that the towel had almost fallen from his hips. Cindy knelt beside him and

briskly rubbed his upper leg. Slowly Harry relaxed.

"It... it's getting better flow," he sighed. "It was just this really sharp pain, just for a few seconds."

"That's what back spasms are like," Cindy said, briskly rubbing and kneading his thigh, staring down at it. "Your leg probably won't hurt again tonight,

I'll bet. The whole thing'll probably disappear tomorrow. Does your leg feel better now?"

But Harry didn't answer. Several seconds passed, and Cindy glanced curiously at his face. There was something strange in his expression now. His eyes were

very wide. Why was he staring at her like that? Then Cindy looked down at her body.

"Oh, Harry!" she gasped, pretending surprise. "I'm so sorry. How careless of me!"

The carelessly-knotted robe had come completely open while she'd changed positions. Harry was staring helplessly at her naked body, at her pussy triangle

and her athletic belly and what had to be the biggest firmest tits he'd ever seen in his life. Cindy felt no embarrassed to realize that her nipples were

stiff, her fat tits protruding from the wide, crimson circles like eraser tips. She pretended to try to close the robe hurriedly, and at the same time

she was so nervous that she couldn't seem to grab the sash, and the movement just made her giant tits jiggle more seductively.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I should have worn my clothes, I... oh, Harry! Oh my Lord!"

Harry watched Mrs Calahaan's lips and eyes open wide with amazement. Then he saw what she was staring at. The towel had slid completely off of his hips,

actually pushed aside by the sudden, dramatic stiffening of his extremely large cock. Cindy stared in wonder at the gigantically long, fat hard-on now

standing stiffly out of Harry's cock-fur, his fuck-shaft twitching obscenely over his belly, his cock-knob red and bloated with cum. Mmmm, exactly how

she was told. Looking at Mrs Calahaan's naked body had given Harry the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen in her life.

"Good Lord, Harry!" Cindy whispered breathlessly. "It's simply huge!"

Moaning with embarrassment, Harry tried to cover his huge cock with his hands and started to roll onto his stomach. But he couldn't. He gasped as the pain

shot through his spine again. All he could do was lie helplessly on his back, looking guiltily at Mrs Calahaan as his mammoth cock continued to pulse obscenely

in front of her.

"Oh, shit, this is so embarrassing!" he mumbled. "I'm really sorry, Mrs Calahaan."

"You... you don't have to be embarrassed."

But Cindy hardly heard her own words. She tried to stop staring at his huge cock, but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away, and soon she felt herself

trembling with an irresistible, shameful lust. Lord, what a big cock, she thought, over and over... my neighbor has the biggest cock I've ever seen...

just like the girls said...

"Mrs Calahaan, I'm really sorry about this," Harry mumbled. Guiltily he slid his hands back to his sides, knowing that he couldn't possibly conceal his

hard-on. "I guess I'd better go home now."

Cindy hardly heard him.

"Look at how stiff it is, Harry," she whispered breathlessly. "It's throbbing so hard. Did looking at my body do that to you?"

"I... I guess," Harry admitted.

"You'll have to jack off, won't you?" Cindy murmured. "You'll never be able to get home when your cock's this hard. Do you think you'll be able to?"

"I... I don't know." He chuckled nervously, thinking back to this days activity. "I guess I'll just have to, huh?"

Cindy didn't answer. Her cunt was throbbing very hard now, her pouting cunt-lips growing wet and swollen with her intense lust for Harry's cock. Dazedly

she continued to stare at his cock, completely forgetting that her robe was still open. Gradually Harry's guilty eyes returned to her body. He stared at

her lush, naked tits again, and Cindy gasped as his massive cock throbbed harder than ever.

"Oh, Harry, your cock looks like it's going to explode!" she whispered. "Do you want me to help you?"

"What?"

Cindy raised her arm, her hand trembling, sliding her fingers up her naked neighbor's thigh. Harry gaped at her in amazement as she wrapped her hand tightly

around the fat base of his cock. His cock was so thick that she could barely get her hand around it. Cindy shuddered as she lewdly started jacking his

enormous hard-on, lovingly stroking her own neighbor's cock.

"Mrs Calahaan! What're you doing?"

"I'm helping you," Cindy whispered. "You need me to help you beat off, Harry. Your back hurts too much. I need to help you shoot out all that cum!"

Harry just gaped at her. Cindy switched hands, gripping his huge prick with her left fist, pressing her palm on his spongy cock-crown. She jacked his massive

cock-tool slow and very hard, making Harry shudder as his piss-hole squirted out more oozing jizz. Cindy moved her palm on his cock-head, coating her hand

with the goo. Then she returned her right fist, lubed with spunk, to his jutting cock-shaft. The precum was sticky and plentiful, lubing his aching cock

almost as well as a lubrifiant. The horny Mrs Calahaan's huge tits jiggled firmly as she started jacking Harry's cock fast and hard, whipping her right

fist rhythmically up and down his giant, throbbing cock.

Harry groaned as his cock bucked wildly between her fingers. He gave in, gasping and trembling with pleasure, letting Mrs Calahaan beat his cock-meat.

Cindy jacked his big cock harder and harder, making more spunk ooze out of his piss-slit, pausing occasionally to press her palm on his spongy cock-knob

to catch more of the lube. It was perfectly natural and wholesome, she told herself dreamily, to jack his cock like this. She'd had to do it many times

as a pre med, when an immobilized patient would develop an enormous hard-on while she gave him a bath. Many of the other pre meds or nurses, too, had regarded

it as part of their duties to relieve the painful stiffness of a client's cock with a brisk jacking session. They always slept so much better after she

jacked out a big load of cum.

"Does this feel good, Harry?" Cindy panted. Her fist was a blur now, whipping feverishly up and down Harry's huge cock. "Is this making your cock feel

better?"

"Oh, Mrs Calahaan..." Harry trembled beneath her, shuddering as his cock throbbed and oozed, his balls loaded with cum. "Harder, Mrs Calahaan... oh, fuck..."

"I... I don't think this is so awful, do you?" Cindy said, trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince him. "I mean, I know that we

just met... and neighbors don't give their neighbors hand-jobs, but I'm just trying to make your cock feel good. You'd never get home and to sleep if I

didn't help you shoot your cum like this. Do you think it's awful, Harry?"

"No. No, Mrs Calahaan! Oh, fuck..."

"But you... your cock is so huge, Harry. I don't know if I can do it with just my hand. I... I better do more than just jack on your cock to make it cum.

I think l'm going to have to suck on it too."

Harry gasped at her in horny bewilderment. Cindy leaned down, her huge tits swaying pendulously, her mouth watering in shameful anticipation of sucking

the hot goo out of her neighbor's enormous cock. She whimpered with pleasure as her lips touched his oozing, shiny skinned cock-knob, tasting the musky,

meaty taste of his cock for the very first time.

She opened her mouth wide and plunged her lips onto his cock-shaft, slurping in over a third of it, locking her lips in a wet, ovaled circle around the

swollen shaft of his cock.

"Oh, Mrs Calahaan! Mrs Calahaan!"

Cindy started sucking, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed, hungrily slurping and sucking the tasty stiffness of her neighbor's cock. Lovingly she gripped

the root now, squeezing and milking it, feeling his cock-shaft pulse.

Her buttery mouth bathed his flared cockhead with saliva, the spit mingling with the jizz oozing from his piss-slit. Cindy swirled her tongue around and

around the spongy head of his cock, shuddering with lust as she lapped up her own neighbor's salty, milk-white cum.

"Oh, Mrs Calahaan, it feels so good!" Harry gasped. "Suck it, Mrs Calahaan! Suck it, make me cum!"

I'm sucking my neighbor's cock, Cindy thought dazedly. The knowledge of the obscene reality of what she was doing to him made her pussy throb even more

wetly, her clit tingling and her pouting cuntlips pulsating with desire. Thinking back to what the girls were saying, she'd never thought it could be true,

but now it was really happening.

She felt Harry's eyes staring down at her, watching the horny Mrs Calahaan with her mouth stretched around his cock, slurping feverishly on his big cock.

She was actually giving a blowjob to him.

The giant prong oozed heavily now, throbbing wildly between her ovaled lips, continually oozing cock-juice onto her laying, lapping tongue. Cindy heard

her own slurping, gurgling sounds emanating from her throat, as she continued to suck loudly and wetly on Harry's magnificent prick. Her tongue dug into

his pisshole, then lovingly swabbed his spongy cock crown with spit. Her belly ached for the spurting load of Harry's delicious cum.

She wanted to ask how good her sucking was making his cock feel, but she didn't want to take his cock out long enough to speak to him. Instead she hungrily

sucked his giant fuck-tool harder than ever, nearly choking herself as she thrust her face onto his hairy crotch, taking his cock even farther between

her lips.

She couldn't open her mouth any wider now. Her lips were utterly gorged with his cock, stretched to bursting around the aching, oozing stiffness of his

hard-one Cindy kept gurgling and slurping and sucking, covering his cock with so much hot spit that it oozed out of her ovaled lips around his cock.

Her cheeks were very red, puckered sharply to increase the suctioning pressure around his cock-meat. Cindy pumped them in and out like a bellows, puckering

one moment, puffing out the next, now sucking Harry's enormous cock as hard as she possibly could. Her cock-sucking noises were so loud that she couldn't

even hear Harry moaning over them. Cindy's fingers clung to the root of his cock-shaft, then started jacking his prick again, stroking hard from the base

to her sucking lips.

"I'm gonna cum!" Harry gasped. He raised his arms, ignoring the pain in his back as he clutched her head, holding her wet, sucking mouth firmly onto his

cock-meat. "Suck it, Mrs Calahaan! Oh, Mrs Calahaan, jack it harder! It feels so good, Mrs Calahaan! Ahhh, Mrs Calahaan! I'm gonna cum!"

His enormous cock throbbed to an incredible new stiffness, pulsing violently on the roof of her mouth. Cindy's pussy creamed as she realized that she would

soon be gulping down cock-juice. She panted through her nose and sucked his aching cock as hard as she could, her fist a blur as she jacked the cock-shaft,

urgently trying to coax the sappy load out of his balls.

"Oh, Mrs Calahaan! Mrs Calahaan, Mrs Calahaan..."

His cock exploded, bucking hard between her lips, spraying a geyser of thick, milky cum down the horny Mrs Calahaan's throat. Cindy shuddered happily as

she tasted Harry's seed, as the salty jizz lashed and splattered around the inside of her mouth. Expertly she sucked and jacked his gushing cock harder

than ever, struggling to milk out all of his cum.

His pent-up cum-load raked out of his wet, throbbing prick, squirting her belly full of cum. Cindy's pussy spasmed as she nursed his spouting hard-on,

whimpering as the white torrent spewed across her tongue, bathing her tonsils with fizz. Harry pulled her hair and writhed beneath her, almost unable to

bear the intensity of his orgasm. Cindy kept sucking and jacking feverishly long after the cum had subsided, craving every drop of Harry's hot, tasty fizz.

Then she knew she had to look at him again. His enormous cock remained as hard as stone, pulsing rhythmically on the roof of her mouth. Slowly Cindy slid

her lip off of his mammoth cock, gulping down the last of her spit and his cum. The blood pounded in her cheeks as she looked at his dazed, sweaty face,

Harry knew how much she loved cock-sucking now. What would he think of her now that she had willingly sucked his cock?

"Well... that was something, Harry," she mumbled breathlessly. Quickly she moved her tongue around the corners of her mouth, licking up his jizz. "I...

I guess that was pretty shocking, wasn't it? I guess I shouldn't have done that for you, Harry. No, I know I shouldn't have. But... but you did shoot an

awful, awful lot of cum. So now maybe you can get home and to some sleep."

Harry didn't answer. She was sitting up again, and the robe was still wide-open, and Harry was again staring at the sexy Mrs Calahaan's naked body. Cindy

looked down at her huge tits, seeing how stiff her nipples had grown from the pleasure of cock-sucking, how her rubbery tits now protruded nearly an inch

from the wide, crimson circles. Then she looked back at Harry's giant spit-dripping cock, and then her pussy burned even more uncontrollably with lust

and need.

"Why, H-Harry," she stammered. "Your cock isn't getting soft. It isn't getting soft at all!"

His enormous cock looked as stiff as ever, pulsing over his stomach as he gazed transfixedly at Mrs Calahaan's naked body. Cindy slid her hand up again,

shuddering with fuck-need as she lewdly fondled his prick.

"It's still such a hard-on, Harry," she panted. "But you just came so hard. I was swallowing for over a minute isn't it going to get soft now?"

"I don't think so," Harry said.

"Oh, Harry. You... you need another cum, then, don't you? I guess it wasn't enough for you, just shooting out one load. You've still got more cum in your

balls. Do you..." she moaned, squeezing his cock harder, "... do you want me to help you cum again?"

"I guess." Harry stared at her body, licking his lips. "Mrs Calahaan, could you take off your robe the rest of the way now?"

"... all right, Harry. If that's what you want."

She rose from the bed, standing beside it, her face flushed with need and desire. Cindy peeled the robe off of her delicate shoulders and let it fall to

the floor, revealing to her neighbor the incredible naked body that men had ogled for as long as she could remember. She turned to let him see all of her,

wiggling her round, plump ass salaciously. When she turned back, Harry's cock throbbed even more stiffly than before, his wet cock-shaft jerking and twitching

painfully over his navel.

"Mrs Calahaan, could you get on top of me?" Harry murmured.

"But... but, oh, Harry." The naked Mrs Calahaan trembled with lust, realizing what Harry wanted. "I really don't think we better. I'm your neighbor. We

just met. You can't want to fuck me so soon."

"Please," Harry winced, pleading. "Please, Mrs Calahaan..."

"Oh, I so love when someone is begging me..." she smiled mischievously.

And soon she was crawling onto the bed with him, shaking with passion, already knowing that she was going to love to death being fucked by this horny stud

when she was going to give her pussy to her neighbor. Cindy's nipples were painfully stiff, and her cunt was so hot and wet that it hurt, dripping with

juice, creaming on the insides of her thighs. She gasped as she crawled onto Harry, straddling him, planting her knees on the bed to either side of his

lean hips.

She dropped her hand between her thighs, again grasping his huge, wet cock with her trembling fingers. Cindy stared down at her pussy, lowering her hips,

until the oozing knob of Harry's cock pushed onto her cunt.

His cock was so huge that it was hard to get it into her tight pussy. Cindy wiggled her ass, gasping as his spongy cock-head nudged into her clasping,

pouty-lipped pussy. She forced her hips down, shuddering as his massive cock stretched its way into her narrow, dripping, horny cunt.

"Oh, Mrs Calahaan!" Harry stared at her pussy triangle, sighing as he saw his veined cock-shaft disappearing into her small, tight cunt. "It feels so good,

Mrs Calahaan! It feels even better than when you sucked me! Fuck me, Mrs Calahaan! Fuck me!"

"Oh, Harry, this is so good... fucking my young neighbor."

Her pussy throbbed and sucked around the tip of his cock, growing even wetter and hotter, anticipating the full, skewering length of his cock. Cindy leaned

over her body, her enormous, stiff-nippled tits jiggling over his chest as she clutched his shoulders for support. Gradually she started humping and wiggling,

grimacing and biting her lip with intense pleasure as she made his giant hard-on go farther and farther up her creamy cunt.

"Oh, Harry!" she gasped as the pleasure coursed through her loins, as her small, wet, curly-haired fuck-opening spasmed repeatedly around his prick. "It...

it's just so big! I can hardly believe what a big cock you have! Unnggghh! Oh, Harry, I'm getting awfully horny now. My pussy's so wet. Do you like the

way my wet pussy feels around your cock?"

Harry just groaned with pleasure, watching his rigid, veined fuck-pole disappearing between the curls of the naked Mrs Calahaan's pussy. Cindy eagerly

started wiggling and humping faster, her beautiful face contorting with lust as his massive fuck-tool gushed deep inside her belly. Then she was sitting

flat on top of him, wriggling her bare ass on his upper thighs, the entire length of his giant prick buried in her drippy cunt.

"Oh, Harry! Oh, it's so big! I... I can't help it! I'm so horny!" Cindy clutched his shoulders and feverishly started humping her ass up and down, sliding

her wet, clinging pussy up and down on his cock. "Fuck me, Harry! Oh, I can't help it! Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny cunt!"

Harry grimaced as he started grinding beneath her, so excited that he could ignore the intense pain in his back, dazedly staring at the naked Mrs Calahaan's

giant, jiggling tits as he started stroking his cock through the clinging tightness of her cunt. His immense hard-on stroked in and out of her pussy, satisfying

her needie fuck-hole, packing her cunt to busting with every stroke.

I love my neighbor's big cock, Cindy thought dreamily. She held his shoulders tightly and humped much faster, rhythmically banging her quivering buns onto

his upper thighs, panting as she fucked her throbbing pussy onto the stabbing shaft of his cock.

"Harder, Harry, harder!" Already her gooey cunt had begun to spasm uncontrollably, contracting repeatedly around the stretching thickness of his cock.

"Oh, darling, your cock is so huge! Fuck me hard, Harry! Please, baby, please, fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me, lover, fuck me hard, oh, shit, I really

need to cum!"

She humped still faster, hearing the bedsprings squeak, feeling the mattress bouncing beneath them as she torridly fucked her burning, itching pussy up

and down on Harry's cock. Harry was fucking as hard as his back would let him, but she was still doing most of the humping work. And her own energy amazed

her. Soon the stacked, naked Mrs Calahaan was bucking and fucking like a well-paid whore, gasping with wanton pleasure as she furiously slammed her throbbing,

furry fuck-slit up and down on Harry's cock.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Her voice was very loud now, almost loud enough to awaken a sleeping giant. "Please fuck harder, Harry! Unngghh! Awww, my sweet, fuck

my pussy, I need your cock! I'm gonna cum, Harry, Mrs Calahaan's really gonna cum!"

The sweat poured off Harry's face as he fought the pain in his back, desperately horny for Mrs Calahaan's pussy, intensely excited by the sucking, spuming

pressure of her cunt around his cock. He slid his hands up her slender waist, gazing wide-eyed at her enormous, bouncing tits, finally filling his hands

with the spongy softness of her huge tits.

Eagerly Cindy leaned farther forward, shaking her tits over his face. Harry opened his mouth wide and sucked in one nipple, slurping it hungrily between

his lips. The taste of her stiff, rubbery tit made his cock grow even stiffer up her pussy. Slurping on Mrs Calahaan's tit, Harry fucked her cunt as hard

as he could.

"Yes, Harry, yes!" she groaned and gasped with desire, her lips pulled back to bare her teeth, panting obscenely as she pounded her throbbing, juicy pussy

onto his cock as fast as she could. "Unngghhh! I'm cumming, Harry! Fuck Mrs Calahaan, fuck your horny neighbor! Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh... unngghhh! Cumming!

I'm cummiinnnngggg!"

Her pussy spewed out juice, contracting and spasming uncontrollably around his stiff, throbbing pisser. Harry let her jiggling tit slide from his mouth,

sighing as the cum churned painfully in his balls. Then his cock suddenly started squirting again, blowing the second wad of milky cum deep inside Mrs

Calahaan's cunt.

Cindy trembled with passion as his sticky cock-juice streamed into her pussy, splattering her glistening inner cunt-walls with spunk.

I let my neighbor fuck me, she thought dreamily. I let him fuck my cunt.

Her cheeks flushed with shame again. She knew she would have to tell Harry that this wouldn't be the last time she relieved him this way. But for now the

fuck-hungry Mrs Calahaan continued to grind willingly on top of him, flexing her pussy-muscles, helping Harry's mammoth hard-on shoot out all of the jizz...

Cynthia Rockwell-Smith sighed heavily as she was greeted at the bus stop by the local dimwit. It was almost sundown, she had a very hard day at her summer

job, and she just wasn't in the mood. And then she couldn't understand why this stupid oaf hadn't gotten the picture that she had no interest in the pillock.

After all, who'd want to date a greedy pig like boy?

"Dursley, I've said it over and over again that I do not have any interest in you," the redhead stated flatly. She turned on her heel and walked off.

"Oh come on, Cynthia! I-I managed to beat a seventeen year old, you know!" He protested. "In boxing! I beat him up!"

"Yes, yes, I'm completely sure, good for you," she sniffed. She walked down the sidewalk, haughtily ignoring Dudley's continuing pleas. She paused when

her eyes looked over at someone that was coming down the Number Fourteen Privet Drive drive way, Mrs Calahaan's home.

"Who is that?" She asked, eyes locked firmly on the black haired, wiry, shirtless approaching boy. Dudley snorted.

"Huh? Oh, that's my freak of a cousin... just coming from a garden job or what ever he did there..."

"Harry?" She asked, blinking again. Good Lord, those large hand-me-downs of his had hidden so very, very much... She found herself licking her lips as

her eyes greedily traced the sinewy muscles of the boy's back, the beads of sweat running down his chest and back as he wiped his brow. He wasn't a body

builder, he was built like a gymnast-Sleek, firmly muscled without any visible body fat.

"Yeah. He's so skinny and scrawny," Dudley snorted. "Nothing at all on his bones!"

"Yes... Nothing..." Cynthia said, cursing baggy clothes to the deepest, darkest pits of hell. She walked up towards him, it was also on her way home, and

admired the view a bit longer before Harry noticed her.

"Ah... Hello, Cynthia," he said, a questioning tone in his voice.

"Hello Harry... It's been a while," Cynthia said, her voice a bit lower and huskier. "When was the last time we talked?"

Harry blinked again. "Um... I think you might have said a few things to me in primary school... About my glasses..."

"Right, right," Cynthia nodded. "Say... I was thinking of starting a garden, you know, as a hobby. Think you could come over tomorrow morning, help me

with the initial, er, plowing or whatever? I heard you've been working around the neighborhood so I know you'd be able to handle it."

"Me?" Harry asked, is some mild disbelief. Cynthia nodded.

"Oh yes... " Her eyes dipped lower, focusing on his crotch. Damn stupid, stupid baggy pants...!

"Well, I could... I'll just have to ask my aunt," Harry said.

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow morning, say around nine?" Cynthia suggested, mentally calculating how long it would take for her parents to go to work tomorrow

morning, seven or eight hours she would be alone at home, enough time to do what she had to do with Harry, ahhh, she didn't really care.

"Sure," Harry said.

"Bye Harry," Cynthia said, waving as she headed off. Dudley stared after her, and then glared at his cousin.

"What the hell was that? What's she see in you, freak?"

Many, many retorts came to mind, but for a chance to get the hell out of the Dursleys home for another day, Harry could keep quiet. He shrugged.

"Guess she just wants someone to do manual labor for her," Harry suggested, continuing on towards the Dursleys home. "Like most women I know."

"Yeah, it's all you're good at, freak!" Dudley sneered, heading towards the park to meet up with his gang.