She came out of her beauty shop on to the small porch. Her husband had built the shop for her in the front of the house. The beauty shop side of the house was painted pink. She was a stout red head with huge knockers. She had the superstructure that could support the burden. She also had the wide steel braced bras that she had caught the boys next door inspecting on her clothesline. Once, she had tried to hang two of her bras on the clothesline at the same time. The bras and clothesline sailed into the neighbor's yard; the neighbor boy's dad Fred kept one. She had heard rumors that he used it as a rain hat while coon hunting. She wasn't really a red head but she kept trying.
One of her clients came out to join her as she lit up a Chesterfield. Both of them were watching Fred, next-door working on the front of his wife's dodge ram. "Wonder what Fred is up to now?"
Big Red knows, "Fred's replacing the lights on his wife's car. She busted them out making a high speed run down to the river last night."
The client waved to Fred, Big Red said, "He won't wave back, he's on yard restriction after the pontoon poker game last night."
The hair client leaned back against the rail and stated, "Ok, I want the whole story and don't leave anything out."
Big Red states, "Fred's real good with his hands."
"Yeah I've heard that said about Fred."
"See his house over there. He built it entirely by himself, layed every block. The screened in porch took him about five years to build. He sleeps out there all summer. Mac, his wife doesn't mind. She says that Fred stinks, and puts tracks in her sheets. I don't mind the man smell. They all stink good to me, some better then others."
"One night I snuck over but Fred was out cat fishing on his pontoon boat. But I didn't know that. I slid into his stinking lair and mounted his son who was sleeping there. The lad had some wild dreams that night, he kept yelling for help, thought he was being suffocated."
