Sometimes they smile at me when I take their photos and I follow them around which they don't mind seeing a white guy admiring them. They really don't...mind at all when I film them. I also love it when they walk in front of me and I just stare at their shapely bums that wiggle freely under those abayas. There are times I get stuck walking behind 2 or 3 women with big asses walking right in front of me and they don't even notice me walking behind them as they are busy talking to themselves in. " I paused."Something tells you what?" she said, a gleam in her eye."That maybe I can do more for you than cut your grass."She turned and closed the kitchen door giving me a great view of the biggest roundest ass I think I've ever seen. She had on tight fitting jeans and a button up blouse. She stood a little taller than I did, especially in those five inch heels she loved to parade around in."And what might that be?" she asked turning back to me.Had I possibly missed the fact that the top. " It's well known that I'm against the KKK and their treatment of colored people. Maybe that's why he wanted to shoot me." Could be. Ezra an' I will be on the lookout fer 'em the rest of the time we're with ya. We'll keep our shotguns handy, jus' in case," Good, y'all make me feel a hell of a lot safer when ya're around."The next two weeks were the usual campaign routine and then trouble cropped up, again. Ross was speaking at a nighttime rally when the crowd was approached by a mob carrying. "If the cops can't get it right and we can find him, we will do just that. I promise." We had been given three days to raise the money. I had the money, but I sure as hell wasn't going to give it to someone else. They might ruin me, but I had started over more than once with less.I knew that I could walk away. That knowledge is why I never borrowed money for a project. Nobody else was on the hook, if I fucked up. Even if my cash, which was all more or less earned legally at the moment, got tied.