Ron goes to the park with his daughter, who is worried about her mother. Ron comforts her and asks her what is wrong. Tilly explains the whole thing and says that she feels very embarrassed and angry that her mother did this to her. She also reveals her feelings about the boys in school, whom she finds attractive, but does not know how to talk to them. Her father reassures her that she will do well and will not feel embarrassed forever. Ron then calls Tilly for help and the girl comes to see her. She takes her to a hospital where Ron works. Ron explains that he needs Tilly's help because one of his patients is not able to recover and has been in a coma for two years. He asks Tilly to use her magic to wake her up. Tilly agrees to help him and begins to use her magic to cure the young woman. As Tilly works her magic, a small tear appears on the young woman's body and begins to glow. She wakes up from her coma, much to the amazement of Ron. He thanks Tilly for helping his pa

He took a seat beside one of his colleagues, “Good evening. Can you share with me your slides?” Ron wanted to figure out what exactly Adina intended on doing to solve her problem. His colleague opened it up and showed it to him. He saw that they include pressure as one of the tools to secure Erica Rowling’s partnership. Ron shook his head. A woman like that would despise being pressured. “This is the only idea you’ve come up with?” His colleague shrugged. “The director asked us to put this down from the get go. Not much work has been done yet.” Kate slid into the chair next to Ron, packing her hair into a bun. Ron eyed the flawless skin of her neck, it looked like velvet. He was a sucker for good skin. She noticed he had been staring. “What’s wrong, Ron?” “Oh, nothing. You have great skin—“ Adina slapped the table in between them from behind, so they hadn’t seen her coming. A storm brewed in her gaze as she shouted. “I don’t want to see anyone engaging in conversation! Get t

He took a seat beside one of his colleagues, “Good evening. Can you share with me your slides?” Ron wanted to figure out what exactly Adina intended on doing to solve her problem. His colleague opened it up and showed it to him. He saw that they include pressure as one of the tools to secure Erica Rowling’s partnership. Ron shook his head. A woman like that would despise being pressured. “This is the only idea you’ve come up with?” His colleague shrugged. “The director asked us to put this down from the get go. Not much work has been done yet.” Kate slid into the chair next to Ron, packing her hair into a bun. Ron eyed the flawless skin of her neck, it looked like velvet. He was a sucker for good skin. She noticed he had been staring. “What’s wrong, Ron?” “Oh, nothing. You have great skin—“ Adina slapped the table in between them from behind, so they hadn’t seen her coming. A storm brewed in her gaze as she shouted. “I don’t want to see anyone engaging in conversati

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”