Her name was Mrs. Lawson, and had been the housekeeper at the Rectory before the advent of the timid looking wife. The only house maid I ever saw in t...e Rectory was an ungainly looking lass, with a cast in one eye and a hairy mole on her chin. There were also sundry rustics who acted as gardeners and sextons, but they did not venture into the house and lived somewhere in the village.Three miles to the west of Laverton Captain Parslow’s company were the ‘guests’ of the villagers of Cheverall,. It seemed like chaos focused at some future point.It seems funny to me now how the launch of my initiation waited until the day after, within hours of my graduation from private high school, to get caught in the real world, the other world, another universe in a hyper way in a strange haunting place miles away from where I started.I didn’t question my father’s insistence that we leave so soon for a summer job far away. And the place stunk heavy of cow manure and other organic matter, rotting,. One day I invited him to my house.I had asked my wife also about having sex with other man for which she initially scolded me but later neither said yes nor no. So I thought it is a yes. Even I wanted to see my wife being fucked my another man, I wanted that thriling experience.The day came where the black man came to our house. I introduced him to my wife. She was wearing nighty that day. I asked him how is my wife. He said she is very good. I asked him is she not sexy. He said oh, she is too. Hismother had bought them white and then dyed them, unbeknownst to him. Heshifted his feet restlessly as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband.Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered the final garment, revealling hishairless pubes and undersized genitals. The sight triggered laughterfrom everyone."Well, well," said the doctor. "You've done a wonderful job, Myra.It's almost a shame to change him further. He's already the perfectpicture of a sissy weakling. But there's always room for.