When I was a little girl, my parents and all my other relatives called me a monkey (hey it wasn’t because I looked like one) because I had a thing climbing up high places. My mom would be so worried just because I swing and use the stairs (the edges of it) as a part of the many many obstacle courses I make up in my mind. Of course, I’d get a spanking for it but I enjoyed it so much. During grade school, the first play thing I would go to, rather, run to, was the monkey bars. Again, part of my obstacle course. Not my fault I grew up watching “Legends of the Hidden Temple”.
Anyway, I went home, unannounced as usual only to find that my whole family was eating dinner in the mall. I wasn’t feeling very well so I decided to stay home until I noticed it (le gate) was locked. After some time deliberating, I decided to climb.
And I was successful. But when I reached the other side of the gate, I realized it wasn’t such a good idea after all. What if someone saw me and would try to do what I did?
And yet another spanking.
can’t you imagine it though?
ginny’s going through a questioning phase and her older brothers keep making sex jokes so she writes in her diary “what’s a clitoris?” and tom’s on the other side like “i am a dark lord but i have a duty to this poor girl”
are you trying to insinuate that Voldemort gave Ginny Weasley the sex talk