Dwayne, his testicles and enormous p***s flapping, catches sight of Lemuel. “Lem, babe, z’up?”
“Yo. Nuch.” Lemuel tries to act as if chatting with a n***d man jogging down South Main is an everyday occurrence. “Like I did not know you went in for jogging.”
“Yeah, babe, I also do t’ai chi. A sound mind in a sound body, that’s my philosophy.”
“It would be mine too,” Lemuel mutters, “if I still had my Royal Canadian Air Force Exercise Manual.”
“So I hear I’ll be seeing you later,” Dwayne calls over his shoulder.
“Rain went and invited us up again for supper,” Shirley shouts in a high-pitched voice.
The TV cameraman calls to her from the back of the pickup truck, “How about a big hello for the folks back home.”
Laughing hysterically, covering her small pointed breasts wi
