I would sit naked to read the paper, have lunch, or study my iPad. I would hang clothes to dry, or take in clothes that were dry, while totally unclot...ed myself.I continued to meet Wendy frequently as she tended her front garden, as I was on my way out shopping, to golf, to the gym, or for a jog. Our exchanges were always very cordial, more so even than they had been in the past. Our meetings out back were far less frequent however. Her back garden was much less important to her, and at her. Her skin was tinted olive, a little Arabian flavour. Jasmine had promised that she’d bring in dozens just from the awe-struck schoolboys who perpetually trailed behind her. D?j? knew she was probably right. Am I getting cold feet she asked herself. She didn’t feel nervous, but then again, maybe her brain was just disguising it. She didn’t feel the same sense of attachment to the pool as the rest of her school seemed to, although she knew she had something of an obligation. And after all,. The need had arisen. I put the noose firmly around Mike's neck and tightened it. His head was down, so I pulled back his head and slapped him hard in the face several times. He began to regain consciousness. "Wh- What the fuck happened." You're a eunuch, Mike. I've relieved you of your balls."He stared at me and the recognition began to hit him. I saw anger but I also saw something else: fear. "You can't have them back, Mike. Sorry. I've splattered them all over our living room floor. . ..until something happened..." At this point, Aunt Petunia gazed nervously at the door and seemed to hesitate before she continued. Harry looked at her expectantly but did not press her."Do you remember my reaction to Dementors when they attacked you and Dudley last year?"Harry recalled the situation very well. He was not only anxious and irritated that time but also insanely curious as to why her aunt remembered that bit of information about the wizarding world after several years of ignoring.