As the harsh cracking of the lustily wielded strops mingled with the yelps and howls of distress emanating from Mrs Jenkinson's throat, the square beg...n to fill up again as the citizenry, whose appetite for other people's pain and discomfort had by no means been sated, emerged from the Rose and Crown, The White Lion, The Feathers and sundry other places of refreshment to stare at the amazing scene.Mr Fenton-Jones was on the point of coming to his aunt's assistance when one of the locals. Emma smiled up at Jake. ‘Absolutely fascinating ‘ She had never seen a coloured man’s genitals before and had often wondered if what she had heard about their size was true. Well, here was the evidence. Eat your heart out Rick, she thought. This mighty Othello puts your randy little Romeo well and truly into the shade. She gazed intently at it, now strong and hard, like a polished cudgel of deep mahogany, pressed in a forest of black curls against the muscles of his belly. She reckoned it was. ‘Do you do both lawns?’ I asked. ‘Yes, but I skipped a week because the grass isn’t growing as fast this time of year. I have a small tractor so it doesn’t take long,’ he assured me. I hadn’t given the landscaping a thought. Something else suddenly occurred to me. ‘Did Mackey drive a car?’ ‘He had an accident about a year ago. I took them shopping and to medical appointments. The church people picked them up on Sundays and brought them home.’ ‘You’re a good neighbor, Charlie.’ ‘I try to be,’ he. We dropped the bags just insidethe front door and then went back to her car for my suitcase, sleepingbag and pillow. We stowed it all in my bedroom and then went to theliving room to greet my mom. She was sitting on the couch doing acrossword while watching television and smoking."Hello, Jill." My mom stood and gave Jill a hug. "How was your slumberparty?" It was out of sight, Mrs. Peterson." That's nice. Would you like to join us for dinner tonight? I'll bemaking spaghetti." My mom sat back.