I glance at Harry. He has grown fat in the last ten years. He has a red face now, bags under his eyes. And now there is the way he holds his cigar, as if he owned the world. He has aged. There had been a time with him too... He wanted to so terribly.
Indeed, being aroused to such a lecherous mood all three discussed all possible modes and manners of doing it. Lavender, who had lived a comparatively sheltered life (which she was beginning to regret) and had never seen a lively pair copulating, desired to do so now, whereat Pamela declared herself willing, their caresses having by then aroused Rupert to renewed expectancy.'