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practical. The poor, bloodstained man must be cleaned up. The bath was
ready and full of bubbles. So off with his trousers - and off they came. It was
from this point that things began to get a little strange.
    Aubrey was wearing orange
and brown striped briefs which looked as though they had originally been purchased
from a 1970’s mail order catalogue, before finding their way to a job lot of
rags at a down-market car boot sale. The strange thing was that the briefs were
a very odd shape - as though he was using them to store some extra bulky
object.
    Nevertheless, this was not
the time for idle thoughts. She averted her eyes, and in one swift movement,
whipped off his briefs and held him over the bath. Before she could lower him
into the suds, there was a strange splash - as though something heavy had
dropped into the water in advance of his body. But, as she’d already told
herself, this was not the time for idle thoughts. She lowered him into the
foam, picked up a sponge and started cleaning the blood from his face. She
checked his teeth were all still there. They were, but they were also nicotine
stained - humph! That would have to
stop.
    If she ignored the fact
that he had just been beaten to within an inch of his life, he had quite a
sweet, innocent, child-like face and, by deliberately not looking at the deathly
pallor of his strangely hairy body, she started to warm to him again. She
poured soapy water over him and, even though he was still unconscious, he
started to look a little more like someone who wasn’t about to die.
    Mrs Hathaway was a cleaning
lady par excellence , and she was
renowned for doing a thorough job. She left no stone unturned, no crevice
uninspected - and Aubrey was to be no exception. She turned her attention to
Aubrey’s skinny white legs, and it was as she did so, she caught sight of it.

Chapter 5
    When Mrs Hathaway had been
doing her Greco-Roman wrestling course some years back, the handbook
accompanying the videos had contained a photograph of the replica of
Michelangelo’s statue of David in the Palazzo Echo in Florence .
    Even though her main interest was the
successful administering of arm drags, bear hugs, headlocks and the supple
throw, she couldn't help noticing two things.
    One: David had the most beautiful body she’d
ever seen.
    Two: he had an exceptionally tiny male
organ.
    As she looked down into the suds, she saw
what could only be described as a twisted form of reverse doppelgänger . There was no doubt in her mind that Aubrey had the world’s ugliest
body, but he also had, and somehow she knew it had to be true, the world’s
largest, longest, thickest penis.
There were no other words to describe it. It lay there between his scrawny,
ultra-white legs, heavy and brooding, like a World War II U-boat in its
concrete pen.
    She staggered back in amazement and sat down
in the Lloyd Loom to get her breathing under control. After a couple of
minutes, she plucked up the courage to have another look. It hadn't gone away.
    No one had banged out secret instructions on
the old Enigma machine ordering it off to patrol the North Atlantic. It was
just lying there, presumably, waiting to be serviced.
    She had to be realistic. When Aubrey came
round, she knew from her limited experience of men, that he could leave at the slightest
opportunity. And if he did, no one would believe what she had seen - not that
she had anyone to tell.
    Still, she felt this was a momentous
occasion and, throwing aside the decorum which had ruled most of her life, she
whipped round to her bedside table, grabbed her sewing tape and measured Das Boot . She also took photographs with
her mobile phone.
    Then, feeling thoroughly ashamed, but happy
in an uncomfortable sort of way, she sat back in the Lloyd Loom and
contemplated the immediate future.
    First thing was to get Aubrey and his appendage
out of the bath and into a big warm dressing gown. But as she bent down to lift
him out, she had another shock.
    The