Went to that stupid trial, didn't care much. Fudge is still burying his face in the sand, Dumbledore is ignoring me, Sirius thinks I'm my father and c...lls me James. So nothings' really changed.Sitting here up in the Gryffindor dorm, wondering why I bother anymore ... And avoiding Ron and Hermione. The questions, always with the damn questions. "How are you feeling, Harry? Why don't you tell us anything, Harry? Want to play chess, Harry?" They call themselves my friends, but what the hell is a. My friends did me the favour of ending my 4-year dry spell (yes, 4 years with no pussy) by taking me to an Asian massage parlour for my 28th birthday. I don’t remember her name, but this Korean sexpot of perfect proportions – slim figure, smallish but nicely rounded breasts with dark, hard nipples – was fantastic. First she bathed me, gently washing me down with a soft hand mitt, paying special attention to my cock and balls until I thought I was going to explode right there.But this petite. I knew I needed to do it when I landed. Even so I ignored it to enjoy my flight. I waited until I was ready to landed about 9:30 before I called Mel's cell phone."Mel, I am going to fly over the barge now are you outside?" I asked."I certainly can be. I will look for you," she said.I dropped low as I overflew the marina and barge. I waged my wings in the sign of greeting that was universal."What a cute little plane," Mel said."Thanks I have to stay at the field to cut the grass, so I won't be. Just wondered, not really thought it was something I’d think about trying. Bi-curious, Mike referred to it as.Mike and Sheila’s information on the swinging scene seemed to have a calming effect on both Rick and I. They made it sound so cool to be involved in it. I was a little concerned that it might be like consensual ****. Just an idea I had in the back of my mind. Mike reassured me that you only want to swing with couples you enjoy being with and feel comfortable with. I think Rick and I.