Ms. Edith Gausby of the AHSC had been given a penance. Her club membership hinged upon it. The social club vice president had sketchy photographic evidence showing Jacob was the dude trying to escort ladies across a busy street against a red light at night and high Noon!
Although a wee bit tainted, Father Eye had asked these photographs be viewed after a sermon condemning Jacob‘s heretical views. He assured the ladies he had Jacob’s best interest on his dart board next to his insurance investment brochure. All the ladies applauded Father Eye’s kindness, but did not understand a word because Father Eye spoke in Latin and a few conjugated verbs.
Edith then read the edict and kindly said, ’I feel privileged to stomp on this young man until he chivalrously obeys or from my beating barely endures.’
(Although Edith thought Jacob evil and in need of a good water boarding, she rather took a shine to his looks and thought as an older woman, she could teach him the social graces and maybe some behind closed doors amorous wine tasting.).
The last order of Club business was a discussion about which weapons Ms. Gausby could use that would be most suitable to teach this ruffian Jacob a lesson or two.
The next day Edith Gausby stood on a very busy street corner at 9 p.m. She espied Jacob, feeling fear and with love/hate anger frowned. Then sacrificially she so provocatively placed herself in a prime spot of crosswalk sacrificial ground. All of her thoughts were, ‘ditto, ditto, ditto, Jacob must be stopped and after I give him ample abuse and a kick to the crotch; ditto, ditto, ditto until someone stops, little ole me.’
So Edith waited with Taser in hand, but things ended up not going as planned. This corner was known for short skirts and the Vice Squad had decided to make a raid and nab all of the ladies, a few men and one Madame wearing a long plain black skirt. The police Lieutenant thought Ms. Gausby was his high school sweetheart‘s nanny and the call girl‘s Madame, which seems a bit uncanny..
Jacob and one little old lady were not taken to the hold. The streets were blocked and the light turned red. Jacob escorted this lady across the street completing goal number 1 with an electric smile, pumping his fist into the air, which terrified the little old lady who gave him a good whack with the handle of her umbrella, then firmly said, ‘Learn some manners fella.’
Back in his office, Father Eye thought lovingly of his staff, so he had devised a scheme where all could invest in Jacob’s Life insurance policy and be blessed. This became wildly popular because the possibility of Jacob’s demise could make profits dream sky high. Although Father Eye had tried to keep Jacob’s quest secret, the news had leaked out and soon Father Eye was a popular speaker on the local business circuit..
The odd maker’s had listed Jacob’s chances fifty to one and lots of investors were partying and Father Eye said, ‘It’s good their looking out for number one.‘ However, there soon were text messages full of sorrow when Jacob passed his first task. Yet this doom passed and there was talk and jubilant speculation and wild speculation of Jacob’s next task and how many days until his last.