Henry came back just as he promised the next day. Before his arrival, Queenie had come to my room thrice, asking me if he was still going to come. She couldn't wait to play games with us again or, rather, she couldn't wait to see him again.
When he finally arrived, smelling nice as usual, I noticed Queenie was extremely happy and was all over him. Henry sat on the floor. Queenie sat in between his legs and leaned on his chest. I wasn't happy Henry allowed her and I couldn't pretend.
Queenie relaxed on his body as he told us things that happened in his school. I was not comfortable at all, but I trusted him. Henry noticed that I was not comfortable with the sitting position and tried to get her off him several times by pretending he was adjusting, but she returned to his body after the
