Who was that?
Netanya asked
who was whom?
I said
that b***h
who has just
dropped you off
in her car
she said
O her
she gave me
a lift home
from the store
what did you do
at the store
that she needs
to give you a lift
in her car?
she said
I work at the store
she said
can I give you
a life home?
O sure
what else
did you give her
to make her
so grateful?
she gave me a lift
because she was going
my way
I said
do you fancy her?
does she get
your pecker going?
Netanya said
in her tight voice
I walked to the fridge
and took out a beer
pulled the ring
on the lid
and took a sip
she's four months pregnant
I said
walking to the sitting room
and sitting down
yours I suppose
she said
she stood with her hands
on her hips
her eyes darkening
no of course not
I barely know her
she works
in Home ware
I bet you've
given her one
Netanya said
I looked
at her frizzy hair
dark but greying
you know I wouldn't
I said
how do I know
what you get up to
at the store?
she replied
I don't fancy any
of the dames
at the store
I lied
Netanya walked off
her backside swaying
like a ship
on stormy seas
thoughts of the young dame
on Perishables
buzzing like bees.