Your heart pounds against your chest as you stare into the eyes of Stiles who was hovering over your body, his tongue gliding across his bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers into your skin, kissing down your collarbone to your breasts.
“Walter Plinge said: “You know she asked me a very silly question Mrs Ogg! It was a silly question any fool knows the answer!”
“Oh, yes,” said Nanny. “About houses on fire, I expect…”
“Yes! What would I take out of our house if it was on fire!”
“I expect you were a good boy and said you’d take your mum,” said Nanny.
“No! My mum would take herself!”
“What would you take out then, Walter?” Nanny said.