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bubbles were disappearing fast, and she
could clearly see the letters ESONI through the foam. Aubrey had had his
mega-adornment tattooed. From a typesetting course she did just before it
became obsolete, she recognised the typeface as Modena, but what did ESONI
stand for?
    Even stranger, it wasn’t tattooed along the
length so it could be read from the side. It was tattooed with the letters
going across his member, so it could be read from the pointy end, with the ‘E’
nearest his body and the ‘I’ nearest the observer.
    She left him in the bath for a minute,
grabbed her laptop and Googled ESONI, fearing she might find it was a terrorist
organisation or something equally dreadful, but she needn’t have worried -
there was nothing.
    Well, whatever ESONI was, it was decorating
a man who had been badly assaulted and was in need of some TLC. She lifted
Aubrey out of the bath, laid him on a towel on the floor and, trying not to
look at his body, patted him down until he was dry.
    She carried him to her bed, carefully
avoiding damaging any bits that were hanging down, and popped him between the
sheets. He looked totally wrecked, totally unconscious, but extremely clean.
    Having closed the bedroom door, she pulled
up her favourite, wing-backed chair, unlaced and kicked off her ring boots,
made herself comfy, picked up her knitting and, after ten minutes or so, began
to relax.
    It had been quite a morning. She’d taught a
leading international gangster a lesson he wouldn't forget, she’d just
successfully completed a pattern involving double increases and left and right-facing double decreases in shaker
stitch, and sleeping peacefully in her bed was a well-sponged little man with
the world’s largest penis. What excitement, she wondered, would the afternoon
hold?
    And thinking
these wonderings, Mrs Hathaway gradually dozed off to sleep.
    She was woken from some truly spectacular
dreams about three hours later, by a loud knocking on her door and a high voice
which said, ‘ Hello,
this is the maintenance lady, I need to check your electricity supply.’

Chapter 6
    The V-twins
thought at the speed at which light travels in a dark room, with the bulb
switched off.
    The fact that
Aubrey had accidently given Mick and Jim 10-minute’s advance warning of their
visit only became obvious when Charlie Sumkins pointed it out while they were
giving him an account of their Implosion Productions exploits.
    Mick and
Jim's escape meant Charlie was cross. Charlie Sumkins being cross was, usually,
the last thing most people ever saw.
    Vlad was
desperately thinking of any mitigating actions which might calm Charlie down,
but wisely chose not to mention they’d found sod all at Mrs Hathaway’s, and
that Vic had been severely smacked about by a skinny, sixty-year-old bird.
    Their visit
to Implosion Productions had been meant to go like clockwork. They would
introduce themselves politely, then give Mick and Jim a good slapping followed
by an extended demonstration of the range of serrated compression screws, vices
and electrical stimulation equipment they carried in their suitcase.
    They were
professionals. They had even been discussing the purchase of a new suitcase.
The bloodstains on their current one, although masked by a rather fetching Royal Stewart tartan design, were starting
to become noticeable. This generated strange looks from passers-by in the
streets, immediately put victims on guard, and, with all that DNA crap, you
couldn't be too careful.
    As
professionals, they also took pride in their ability to plan the event. If Mick
and Jim’s faces had still been recognisable after the slapping, it was screws
for Mick and electrics for Jim. But you can't get a coconut every time. Mick
and Jim had done a runner - so they were forced to trash the remaining office
equipment, mainly as a way of lifting their spirits.
    Unfortunately,
the interrogation also revealed that the Implosion Productions office was let
fully furnished, and all the