I'm sorry this took so long. It's just that a lot of things have been going on in my life right now and it's crazy. I hardly had time to write to begin with and when I did have time, I found myself getting too involved in one of my other stories and then something happened where I couldn't write for a week because I needed to just take time to myself. I didn't realize that it's been a month since I last updated this story. I feel as if I've neglected some of my stories and focused more on just my new one. Please forgive me? It's been 3-4 weeks since I uploaded most of them and I'm trying to fix all of that for now. I vented in that story on why it's taking me long to write and I won't do that to you guys, but please understand that this isn't normally me. The longest I normally wait to upload has always been a week -9 days tops, not nearly an entire month. I hope this chapter makes up for it!

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Sensitive Boobs, Odd Cravings, Dragons, and A Lecture

"I understand the need to stalk me, Granger," Draco grinned when he entered his kitchen and found Hermione sitting there with Emma and Sarai, "But this is just getting to be too much. I may have to put a restraining order on you."

"Ha – ha," she rolled her eyes. "I came to check on Sarai."

The humor quickly left his face as he rushed over to his daughter's side, "Is everything alright with the twins?"

"They're fine," she chuckled – amused at her father's reaction. "You do remember that Hermione is my medi-witch, right?"

Nodding his head, he sat down next to Emma and began to butter a piece of toast. "Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?"

"I had to check her vitals and whatnot," Hermione said, standing. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work."

Standing up along with Hermione, Sarai hugged her. "Thanks for stopping by, Hermione."

"Sure thing, love," she grinned. "I figured you would prefer this to coming by the office."

"Bye Hermione," Emma waved.

Waving back, Hermione said, "See you soon Emma."

"So you're just leaving now?" Draco asked.

"I need to go to work," she nodded her head. "Bye Malfoy."

"What's wrong with her?" Draco was watching his wife pat his daughter's back while he leaned against the door.

"Food poisoning," she sighed. "She must have eaten something spoiled and now it's disagreeing with her."

"Well did you take her to see a healer?"

Nodding her head, Laura flushed the toilet then helped her daughter settle into a warm bath. "The healer said it was food poisoning. There aren't any potions to help with that so she'll have to just tough it out."

"You expect a three year old child to just tough out food poisoning?" his eyes narrowed. "She's crying all bloody day that her tummy is sore and all she does is bloody puke. How on earth do you expect her to just tough that out, Laura?"

"Don't shout at me Draco!" she yelled at him, tears in her eyes. "I know she's in pain alright. I'm the one who's bloody staying by her side through all of this aren't I? I don't see you bloody rubbing her back as she pukes or holding her as she cries, or bathing her every time a piece of vomit flies onto her shirt."

Watching as his three year old daughter trembled against the heat of the bath as if she were dunked into chunks of ice, Draco placed a firing spell on the water to make sure it stayed permanently heated until she left it then he stormed out of the bathroom. Food poisoning? If his daughter had food poisoning then it meant that one of the blasted house-elves made his daughter this sick. She cried more than she usually did now and she was constantly living over a toilet. Storming into the kitchen, he demanded to know which three house-elves last fed his daughter then he did something that he has never done before or imagined himself capable of doing. He threw clothes at them and told them to get the hell out.

"Remind me to kill Todd if he ever suggests that we shag without a condom again," Sarai groaned from the toilet.

Showing the disgust on her face, Emma tied her friend's hair back, "You make it sound like you're going to shag him again."

"You're right," she frowned. After a couple of violent seconds with her head in the toilet, she said, "I hate all guys. Any guy really."

"Even James?" she teased.

"Does he have a-" cutting off to puke some more, she finished with, "-dick?"

Holding in her laughter, Emma nodded her head, "I hope so or he might be a very confused little boy with a lot of explaining to do."

"Then I hate him too," she grunted. Resting her cheek on the toilet bowl, she looked up at an amused Emma. "Do you think he'll be offended if I castrate him the next time I see him?"

"He might be just a little offended," she nodded her head, the pain showing in her face as she thought of her friend attacking James with scissors the next time they saw each other. "Only a little though, of course."

"I think you and Teddy had the right idea," she grunted again. "Todd should feel this and then he should be killed. Ricky might be down to do it for me."

"Don't you think you're being a little melodramatic this morning?"

"I think your face is being a little melodramatic," she growled then groaned. "Why do we even need males on this planet? Why can't we rid the earth of every single one of them? I know – I'll become the next Dark Lord, but instead of killing off muggles, I'll kill everything with a penis."

Standing in the doorway, Draco cocked an eyebrow, "Did I interrupt at the wrong time?"

"I hate you," Sarai told him.

Frowning, Draco looked over at a chuckling Emma, "What did I do now?"

"Have a penis," seeing the confusion in his face, she laughed at him, "You caught Rai in another one of her 'I hate all males and they all deserve to die very painful deaths' speech."

Glaring up at her father, Sarai's eyes suddenly lit up and she grinned, "A volcano –it's perfect. They can't trace the murders back to me if I dispose of them in a volcano. Can we go to Hawai'i, Father?"

"No," he cringed at the murderous glint of excitement in his daughter's eyes and took a step back out of pure instinct. "Definitely not."

Ignoring her friend as she began to mutter something about missing bodies and deadbeat fathers having the word 'dead' in it for a reason, Emma looked back up at Draco. "Did you need something, Draco?"

"No," he shook his head again, making a mental reminder to not eat anything offered to him by his daughter for a couple of days. "I heard her vomiting again and came up here just to see how she's doing. Does she need anything?"

"Onion rings," Sarai suddenly jerked her head up. "And a strawberry milkshake-"

"You hate strawberries," Emma and Draco both said at the same time.

"It's these demon spawns," she spat out then gave her father a confused look. "How'd you know I hate strawberries?"

"I made the mistake of trying to feed them to you once with cream," he grimaced as if the memory was something he never wanted to think of again. "Let's just say it ended with me in St. Mungos for three whole days and this manor having a ban on strawberries."

Grinning with a proud smirk, Sarai chuckled, "I wish I could remember that. How old was I?"

"One," he cringed again.

"Ooh," using the toilet and the wall to help herself stand up, Sarai had a childlike grin on her face, "Chocolate. I want onion rings, a strawberry milkshake, chocolate balls filled with strawberry cream, and a bacon burger smothered in honey."

Emma started the water to shower while sharing a disgusted look with Draco. They both looked as if they were going to be vomiting next as they heard Sarai describe what she was hungry for. "Twinkle."

Arriving with a pop, Twinkle bowed, "Twinkle was just about to call Mistress."

Ignoring the fact that her father was still in the bathroom, Sarai threw off her dress and stood there in only her knickers and a bra. "Yes, Twinkle?"

"Young Mr. Potter is here with young Mr. Lupin."

Emma sat in the middle of Sarai's bed while Teddy sat on the edge of it and James sat on the chair in a corner. Draco was pacing in his bedroom at the idea of two teenage boys being in his daughter's room while his daughter was taking a shower only a couple of feet away from them, and he tried to remain calm. Emma pushed him out of the room with the reminder of how Sarai currently wanted to kill any male figure, but it wasn't enough to persuade him. His daughter did have the emotional range of a teaspoon after all – she wasn't stable enough to know what she was thinking.

"She should be out soon," Emma announced. "She just jumped in right when you guys arrived."

"It's alright," James nodded his head, looking around the room. "Were you guys going to go somewhere?"

"Not really," she shrugged her shoulders. "She was sick again and she hates the smell of vomit so she always needs to take a shower right afterwards. Why? What did you guys want to do?"

James hesitated in his answer, but Teddy winced. "James has been eating the weirdest things lately. Like yesterday – after the barbeque, he ate crisps with his burger then he poured honey all on it. And now he wants to eat honey balls dipped in chocolate with chicken. So we wanted to know if you guys wanted to go with us somewhere for lunch."

Emma started laughing. "Sarai's been craving weird things too. Right now, she wants onion rings, chocolate balls with strawberry filling, a bacon burger smothered in honey, and a strawberry milkshake."

"She really does have the oddest cravings," Teddy said with a disgusted look on his face. "I think you've been hanging out with her too much, James."

Shrugging his shoulders, James thought about when he first took Sarai out to muggle London and how she got him hooked on one of her weird cravings. He never would have thought that it had been only three days since then. "At least that explains why I want honey."

"James hates honey," Teddy explained to Emma when he saw her confusion.

Smirking, she nodded her head; "Just like how Sarai hates strawberries."

"I love strawberries," James frowned.

"And I love honey," Sarai shouted from the bathroom. "Em, can you bring me clothes?"

Climbing off the bed and walking towards the dresser, she shouted back, "What do you want to wear?"

"Nothing," she muttered to herself then shouted back, "Something that doesn't result me feeling as if I'm living in a sauna."

Not bothering to knock as she walked into the bathroom, Emma rolled her eyes when she saw James blush and quickly look away from the now opened door while Teddy only smirked. Seeing her friend standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around her, she handed her the pile of clothing then jumped onto the counter top and crossed her leg over one knee. She silently watched as Sarai slipped on the lacy blue knickers beneath the towel then tossed it to the ground. Standing there in only her knickers, Sarai held up the bra as if it offended her.

"What?" Emma asked her. "I made sure I grabbed the matching one."

"I don't want to wear it," she whined. "It hurts my boobs."

"It hurts your boobs?"

Nodding her head, Sarai cupped her breasts then lifted them up a bit, "Do they look bigger to you?"

"It's part of being pregnant," Emma nodded her head. "I wouldn't be surprised if you started leaking out soon."

Groaning, Sarai kicked the ground then stomped her feet, "I don't want to be leaking out milk yet. I'm not a bloody cow."

"For the moment you are," Emma grinned. "Now hurry up and get dressed so we can eat already."

Tossing the bra across the bathroom and making a mental note to burn it later, Sarai slipped on the white jean shorts that Emma gave to her then threw on the black colored tube top. "Can you tell I'm not wearing a bra?"

"Let me see. Move your hands," examining her best friend's chest, she squinted her eyes. "Wow."

"What? What is it?"

"Your boobs really did get bigger. They're huge now."

"I told you," Sarai sighed. "So can you tell that I'm not wearing a bra or not?"

"Not really," she shook her head. "Did they get softer? They look softer."

"A little bit. Want to feel?"

"Do I want to feel your boobs?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes then grabbed Emma's hand just pressed them against one of her breasts. "They hurt like hell too, but can you feel the difference? Feel your own boobs then press against mine."

Moving her free hand to cup her own breast, Emma's eyes widened. "Oh wow," she gasped. "There really is a difference. Is that normal for it to become that soft yet? I mean I know that pregnant birds have bigger boobs and they become softer because of the milk, but is it normal for them to become that big now?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "And I don't really want to ask Hermione about it."

Pulling her hand away, Emma shook her head. "Well, hurry up and brush that thing on your head that you call hair. I'll be waiting for you with the boys."

Teddy and James were sitting on the bed in the room with their uncles' genius creations in their hand and pressed against their ears. Their eyes were wide as they heard the girls' conversation. Teddy was mouthing out the words that the muggle girl was saying while James was cupping his own manly chest and gawking down at it.

"I heard of girls being comfortable around each other, but they sound like us," Teddy whispered to his cousin then he dropped his voice even lower, "Just like when we're comparing our bollocks."

"I have never compared my bollocks size to you," James rolled his eyes.

"I meant all mates in general," Teddy rolled his eyes. "You having fun there?"

James looked back down at his chest. "They actually touch each other's chest though. Whenever we compare our sizes, we just look – never touch."

"By all means, feel free to start now," both boys jumped as Teddy began to quickly retract the extendable ears and hide it away in his robes. "Didn't anyone ever teach you that it's impolite to eavesdrop?" Emma lightly teased them both as she stood in front of the bathroom door.

By the time Sarai entered her bedroom she saw that Teddy's hair was as red as a Weasleys' and that James's face matched it. Giving her smirking best friend an odd look, she grabbed her purse and shouted at her father that she and Emma would return by dinner. Teddy grabbed onto Emma as James held onto Sarai, and together they all left the Malfoy manor behind. By the time Draco reached his daughter's bedroom, he only caught a glimpse of his daughter's best friend being tightly embraced by a red haired Teddy with a light blush on her face.

Draco was cursing loudly as one of the house-elves popped in front of him with an announcement that a Mr Charlie Weasley was there to speak with him and that he had Mr. Zabini with him as well.

"So Emma," Teddy said, turning away from the two who were erotically groaning as the oddest combinations of food slid down their throats. "What are you going to do once you return back to the muggle world?"

"Well I work at a bookstore and a grocery store so I'm most likely only going to go back to work," she said while twirling her spaghetti with her fork.

James looked up from his chicken sandwich that had been oozing out ketchup and mustard with ranch sauce. "Why do you have two jobs?"

"Because I've got to pay the bills," she chuckled.

"Your parents make you pay the bills?"

"I live on my own," she shook her head.

"Really?" Teddy quirked a questioning eyebrow. When both Sarai and Emma nodded their heads, he cocked his head. "So you have two jobs and you go to school?"

Emma chuckled. "No," she shook her head. "I had to drop out of school in order to keep the second job."

"So you're out of school then?" Emma nodded her head once more and Teddy took a long sip of his butterbeer before opening his mouth again. "So what do you do in your spare time then?"

"I don't really have any spare time," she shrugged her shoulders. "I mean I work every day of the week: Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Saturday's are spent at the bookstore then Sundays, Tuesdays and Friday's are spent at the grocery store."

"So you don't do anything fun at all then?"

"Well sometimes I get off early so some nights I'll go to a cinema on my own or down to a pub. I used to be able to spend what little free time I do have with Rai, but now that she's living here I'm alone mostly."

Sarai suddenly felt the guilt kick in and she frowned. "Sorry Em. I honestly thought that-"

"I know," she quickly nodded her head with a smile. She knew what Sarai was about to say; that she honestly thought they would be living together by now and she would have a job as well, but that all flew out of the window once Draco decided to somewhat kidnap her. "I'm not blaming you."

Teddy watched the exchange between the two of them and realized that they were hiding something. It almost looked like Sarai was going to say something about… about… well something about something extremely secretive that neither girl wanted him or James to know about. "What about Zabini?" he asked them both.

Sarai and Emma both began to laugh out loud. "What about Zabini?"

Draco watched in a mixture of annoyance and pride as his one year old daughter tiptoed against the bars of her pink colored crib as she watched the pink and silver colored dragons on her wall fly all around her. The pink colored dragons were shooting out hearts in place of fire while the silver ones shot out a black flame that had all the pink colored hearts turning to ash before exploding into masses of what looked like broken arrows. He took the pink dragons to represent Laura while the silver dragons represented himself – that was where the annoyance kicked in.

"Who painted the room?" Blaise asked, stepping into the newly dragon-decorated room.

"Sarai did," Draco answered – this was where his pride kicked in.

"Her magic must be quite powerful if she was able to do this all on her own at only one," Blaise admitted with astonishment. "So far Ricky only manages to make bubbles follow Pansy and myself around our manor."

The squealing one year old stopped her squealing all of a sudden and turned towards the door. Her eyes lit up and she began to bounce on her mattress while trying to climb over the bars. She was bundled up tightly in a yellow and white colored onesy. "Hummcall," she called out, stretching her arms out for Blaise. "Hummcall!"

Laughing, Blaise walked deeper into the room and picked her up. "Hi my darling love."

Wiggling against her 'hummcall Blaise,' Sarai seemed content enough. Draco watched the scene in jealousy. He tried to grab her once, but it only resulted in her screaming his ears off and Laura running in and demanding to know what the hell he was doing to the screaming baby. He hasn't bothered with trying to hold her since, but she seemed to enjoy being held by the now chuckling Italian who was playing with her feet. "What are you doing here Blaise?" he rudely asked.

"Laura owled us," he replied. Not bothering to look back at Draco, Blaise kept the contented Sarai in his arms and began to wave his wand while clothing began to fly into a pink and silver colored baby bag. He scrunched up his face for a minute while having a silent debate with himself then snapped his fingers.

An ivory colored house elf with blood red eyes cracked into the room. "Master called for Birches?"

"Birches, do we have the pink diapers for Sarai at the manor still?" Blaise asked the house-elf from his own manor who was assigned for the children.

The tiny and wrinkly thing nodded his head, "Yes Master. Mistress made Birches go out last week and refill."

"Burtkey," the tiny toddler screamed out in delight while stretching her arms out for the house-elf.

"Young Mistress Sarai," the very creepy and frightening looking house-elf said with a soft passion that made Draco realize he shouldn't have been questioning his friend's sanity. When he first saw the house-elf that Blaise and Pansy had assigned to Ricky, he thought they were mental. Clearly this thing was too frightening for a child, but as he watched his daughter struggle to be nearer to it and heard the thing coddle the toddler, he realized that as frightening as it was, it was clearly taught to be gentle to children.

"Would you please take Sarai's things to the manor?" Blaise politely asked his house-elf.

"Yes Master," he nodded his head and grabbed the bag. "Birches will put all of young Mistress Sarai's things away in her drawers for her stay," he raised his fingers to snap away, but stopped immediately. "Master?"

"Yes, Birches?"

"Young Mistress Sarai cannot sleep without Sniggles, and young Master Ricky has done something to Sniggles that Birches cannot repair."

"Sniggles?" Draco lifted an eyebrow. "What the hell is a Sniggles?"

"Sarai's stuffed dragon doll," Blaise informed him then looked around the room. "Birches, take the Sniggles from this crib, home and we'll just make sure to bring it back with her so Laura and Twinkle doesn't have a hard time putting her to sleep when she comes back to this manor."

Draco felt as if his best friend has just punched him. Blaise referred to Zabini Manor as 'home' for Sarai, but referred to this manor as 'this manor,' it was as if Blaise raised his fist and brutally punched him in the ribs. It hurt. "Why does she have two?"

"One stays here at all times so she can sleep peacefully and we have another one at home for her when she stays with us. We learned at her first visit that we would need to have our own Sniggles for her to sleep with."

Draco watched as Birches bared fangs at him with a glaring stare before leaving with Sarai's things. "Why did Laura owl you?"

"Laura's not feeling well," Blaise told him, already used to Laura not telling Draco anything only because she knew that he didn't care and would only get annoyed with her telling him such useless things. "So she asked Pansy and I if we could watch Sarai for the week."

"That's what we have Twinkle for."

"Yes, but Sarai's also being fussy lately and as you noticed, she has a thing for Dragons. Last week she conjured a dragon in our sitting room. I thought Birches was going to have a heart attack as he pulled her away just as the dragon made its way closer to her. Laura didn't want you going insane with all the tantrum-magic and she figured that Twinkle could help her out for now."

Draco only nodded his head. It annoyed the hell out of him that his wife went to his best friends behind his back to watch his daughter because she wasn't feeling well. Granted, he didn't make it any easier by complaining every time Sarai would cry because she was hungry or dirtied her nappy, but she was still his daughter. It would be nice to know that she would be missing from the manor for an entire week. After all, what was he supposed to fall asleep listening to if she wasn't lightly snoring from her crib in the room down the hall or if she wasn't screaming her head off? What was he supposed to do knowing that his daughter wouldn't be anywhere near him? How on earth could he have a peaceful week knowing that his daughter had a sudden fascination for dragons and was conjuring them up out of the blue, but would be far out of his reach and away from his protection?

"It's all your bloody fault!" he scowled at Blaise. "You were the one who let her sleep with that damned Sniggles."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Yes because your daughter's obsession with dragons has nothing to do with the fact that her father is named after a dragon."

"It's just allowing her one class so that she can learn all she can about magical creatures," Charlie assured him.

Draco was still scowling. "Yes, but once she gets her certificate for knowing all about magical creatures, she's going to move on and work with dragons."

"Eventually," Blaise shook his head. "She needs to study all that she can about them first. And it would take years for her to even get that far because of the twins. It's not as if she'll start working with them by this summer."

"And this is what you two were talking about yesterday?"

Charlie nodded his head. "I told her that it would take at least a week before I could get a reply, but I already spoke with Minerva and even Hagrid. They are both willing to allow her into the class so that she can study everything she needs to and they understand that with the pregnancy and the birth of the twins, she may not be able to last throughout the entire year so they're willing to allow her two classes every day of the week and that way she'll have graduated by the time the twins are born."

"And if I say no?"

"Then she'll give birth to the twins, turn eighteen, find some place to live at and a babysitter then do it next year," Blaise told him in a stern voice. "You know she will. C'mon, mate. You know how she feels about dragons – she's always admired them. And you also know that holding her back from doing something is only going to push her further away from you."

"Harry told us that you wanted to prove to her that you really do love her," Charlie was also using a stern voice. "He said that you don't want to lose her once her birthday comes. Do you really think that by holding her back from doing what she really wants to, you'll be able to keep her?"

Draco sighed, "I'm supposed to protect her now – the way that I neglected to all these years. This is my time to make it up for her. How can I protect my four month pregnant, seventeen year old daughter if I allow her to play with dragons?"

"She won't be playing with dragons right now," Charlie rolled his eyes, not yet telling Draco about the dragon's visit in only two months' time, just like how he didn't tell Draco about the entire conversation with the pregnant girl. "She's only going to school to learn about creatures. Besides, Ricky will be there as well as my nephews and all of the professors."

"That's what worries me," his scowl deepened as his eyes darkened. "I don't trust your nephew with her. Just like that Lupin boy who had his hands all over Emma. She's my daughter's best friend and she has no parents, it's my duty to protect her as well. And Hagrid wasn't the best professor as I remember. That bloody chicken of his nearly killed me."

"Draco," Blaise sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. "You caused it and it was only a scratch. I was the one who helped you play it on thick, remember? Besides, you have spent seventeen years of your daughter's life making sure that she thought you hated her. You can't make it all up to her only the one month that she's been here. Wanting to protect her is one thing, but forcing her to stay back is another. If you hold her back anymore, she'll leave the second that clock strikes twelve, come her birthday."

"I don't like this. I don't want her returning to Hogwarts and playing with magical creatures just to ensure her future job with dragons."

"So you're going to tell her no because you're protecting her?"

"I don't want her to get hurt."

"The only one who's ever hurt her before is you," Charlie's jaw dropped as he heard Blaise state the accusation that he was about to. "We're all sorry that your daughter doesn't trust you after suffering the Cruciatus Curse from your hands for her childhood years that she's been living with you, but you brought it upon yourself. None of us told you to torment her the way that your father tormented you. No one told you to blame her for Laura tricking you into marriage. But it isn't her fault Draco, and I'm sorry that it took you seventeen years to realize that, but in case you haven't noticed – you are the only one that lost her!"

"Blaise-"

Blaise shook his head at Charlie, "No, don't interrupt me. He needs to hear this," he stood up and pointed his finger at his best friend. "You lost her Draco, not us! She grew up as Ricky's best friend and my son is going to be the godfather to her children once they are born. Hell, I have no doubt that Pansy and Ricky are both going to standing in the room with her, holding her hands as she gives birth to the twins. Laura turned out no better than you after she left with Sarai, and Pansy and I both bit our tongues as we saw the bruises every time we went to visit her in the muggle world. The only reason that we didn't do anything about it is because if she lost Laura, she would return to you and that was a fate that none of us wanted. Including yourself. But here we are, and she's stuck with you again. You're spending so much time pitying the fact that you lost her, but in reality it was you who pushed her away. Pansy and I are the only parents that she has and it's bloody time that you woke up. Your selfishness is what made you lose Hermione in the first place and then it cost you your daughter. Now that you have both of them back in your life, you're too bloody ignorant to realize it. Grow up Draco! It's not about you anymore or about clearing your mind. For once, do something with someone else other than your own name in your mind. Do something fatherly for once and show your daughter that you actually love her and that you support her. Stop hiding in the bloody shadows while watching her from a distance. For once in Sarai's life, allow her to see that you cared for her the minute she was born."

Draco and Charlie both watched with widened eyes as Blaise disapparated right then. They turned to look at each other and Draco sighed. Telling Charlie that he would let him know his answer in the morning, he stood up and left Charlie on his own. He didn't even hear the arriving cracking sound, the hushed conversation, and the sound of the still surprised dragon trainer leaving. He didn't hear the loud footsteps making its way to his room and he didn't hear his door opening. He did however, feel the warmth of the lips crashing down onto his.

A/N: I know that Sarai's craving's must be a little weird, but those are things that one of my friends craved throughout her entire pregnancy –literally- and as for James getting her cravings as well –well, I know that when some of my friends got pregnant their boyfriends got their cravings to and when my best friend was pregnant (both times) I had her cravings instead of her; it was weird and I gained more weight throughout her pregnancies than she did. And it didn't help that I wrote this chapter while eating Little Ceaser's pizza and a large oreo mcflurry from mcdonalds(: -also… the whole conversation about Sarai wanting to kill anything with a penis and about her boobs getting bigger and the whole milking thing was an actual conversation between me and my friend. It was an interesting day –her boyfriend was scared of us and her sister had to keep all knives away from us while making sure to keep us fed all day.