all the shuttered windows of the simple dwellings were cast open, and the occupants of each house strained to see what the racket might be about. Soon, quick as a wink, Derek was surrounded by six ladies, furious that he would wake up their sleeping children, so ruthlessly. Weaving about, in his cups, he tried to push these immovable objects aside. That was his first mistake. His second mistake was to mouth off to them with, "Begone ladies, let a real man pass to his home. Do it quick or I will have to beat you, as I might my old mare Vassel." Well these strong ladies did not move. In fact, the biggest of them, Gwen walked up to him with a confident air. She walked right up to his face and shook her head, saying, "Sorry excuse for a man, so you want to beat us as you might your poor innocent beast of burden? You must be punished for your surliness immediately." Then, she rolled up her peasant blouse and exposed her 24" bicep to him. "Now, you named Derek, come her and show respect by kissing the powerful muscle in my right arm...then do the same for the left one as well...after that kiss every woman's muscle peak assembled here NOW. Do it now and I will put you to sleep mercifully with one punch. Otherwise incur the wrath of God as my fists make you into mincemeat. " Derek, devoid of good sense, as his reasoning was clouded, by excessive libations, stood up tall, to his full 6'5" height and laughed in Gwen's face. "Begone woman, this will be the last time I will tell you. Run home to your man, who quakes and shivers because he is afraid of those tiny muscles you so freely expose to the cool night air." Then he balled up his giant fist and threw a punch at her belly. Big mistake that, for that belly was indeed made of steel and as his fist struck it, the assembled women heard a Crackkkkkkkkkkkkk. Shortly thereafter, Derek was heard to scream out, "Oh my God, my hand, whatever will I do, it is broken for sure. How can I mend horses hooves, wagons or forge steel tools for these people?" Looking calm as ever, Gwen put her hand on the huge bearded man's face and turned it up towards her. "Remember my words, your disrespect for Womanhood must be punished." Then, realizing what was about to happen, Derek began to whimper, as a child might, knowing that he had done wrong and would soon be paddled with a switch from a yonder tree. Gwen instructed him with, "Now keep your face at that angle..... do not move."