Ch 2, Ron the drug dealer

As I mentioned earlier, Ron, my next door neighbor, seemed to be a pretty good fella, overall. Kept to himself, had a very lovely wife who just kept the house and laid around out around the pool in the back yard. I rarely ever saw her.
One day, that same year, around June or July, I was just lounging in the family room watching some inane stuff on the TV, and I heard a lawn mower running in the front yard. I figured that my teenager had gotten a feather up his butt and decided to mow the yard. After listening to it for a few minutes I went to the front door and peered through that diamond-shaped window hi on the door.
What I saw was a big, hulking fellow, as big as Arnold Schawrsnegger, but far uglier, pushing a lawn mower back and forth accross my front lawn. I knew that I had never hired anybody to mow my lawn, so I hollered to the wife to get her hiney in there to explain why she had hired a gorilla to mow the yard.
We both stood there peeking thru that small front door window, watching this monster running back and forth accross the lawn.
I said, "Dear, what made you hire this idiot, when you know we have David available to cut the grass?" She said, "I've never seen that guy, and I never hired anybody." She said, "Maybe he's mowing the wrong yard".
I thought about that for a minute, and then I told her, "Well, if he's mowing the wrong yard, maybe I should go out there and say something." And she said, "Do it."
But then I figured, why stop him too soon? He seemed to be on a mission, and I really didn't want to go out and confront Godzilla anyway. So I watched him mow darn near all of the front yard before I went out there. When I did go out the front door to confront him, he was almost done with the front yard.
I approached this fellow, wondering if he was going to grab me by my neck and pick the wallet right out of my back pocket. When he saw me come out the front door, he shut down the lawn mower and walked over to me. As I looked straight up into the air into his face, he said, "I hope you don't mind that I was mowing your lawn. I just wanted to work up a sweat before I jumped into Ron's pool."
Quick as a rabbit, I said, "not a problem, you need any more gas for the mower?" He finished the lawn and then disappeared to Ron's back yard.
A couple of days later I learned that this fellow had just been released from a prison in upstate New York and was just visiting his good friend Ron in sunny Florida.
That is when I figured that Ron might not be the neighbor he appeared to be. Circumstances later proved that Ron had a bit of a dark side.

Well I'm laughing as I'm heading for the next part....

I just saw this today. I know I'm a little late but this is getting good. On to ch. 3.