”“That’s good, Richard.” Sally’s piercing stare could have gone straight through me. “You know, we really must give her a good time.”“... totally agree, Sally.”She nodded. “And that means, Richard that if you have to fuck her to make sure she has a good time, then fuck her you must.” I was stunned. My wife was giving me permission — suggesting, in fact — to fuck her best friend. And she was adamant, her tone stridently positive.I blinked but, with a grin spreading on my lips, I quickly said, “If. Walking over I opened the fridge door and pulled out the meat and salad. “There.” I said handing the stuff to Joe as I pushed the door closed with my hip. “Thanks.” He said coming back to the bench. “No problem.” “Is there more bread anywhere?” He asked holding up the packet that was almost finished. “Yeah in the pantry.” I said as I bit into my sandwich. “Where abouts?” Uncle Joe called as he rummaged in the cupboard. I sighed again putting my sandwich down. I went over and grabbed. I tried to speak but no sound came from my mouth, I started to panic."You're going to pay her back now and you'll be doing it for the rest ofyour miserable life you queer bastard."He came out with several similar nuggets until he explained a little."I've been on at Jilly for a long time to get a couple of maids, hermother finds them really useful and now I've persuaded her that it'swhat she needs. The very day you told her to bugger off I agreed withher that I'd pay the wages of a maid and a. I’m sure someday soon, a person of Black, Asian, Hispanic or Cape Verdean descent will become the Mayor of Brockton. I wouldn’t mind seeing a changing of the guard in my lifetime. Seriously. The Old Guard has run things for far too long. And they’ve made a fine mess of things politically, socially and economically. Time for the Americans of tomorrow to make their presence felt. I see the township of Brockton as a microcosm of our changing American society. This is the shape of things to come.