cigarettes and taxi drivers yell, âHey mister, hey mister.â She leads me to a taxi and we climb in and she asks where I live and I tell her and she tells the driver and she puts a hand on my leg and a silent twenty minutes later we are outside my house and Iâm paying the driver too much but so what. We enter the house and then my bedroom and we lie on the bed and she rolls away and says, âI am very tired,â and falls asleep with her back to me, long black hair falling across the pillow. Her shirt rises two inches up her back revealing smooth, perfect skin the colour of light chocolate. I run my tongue over my lips. We stay like this, her asleep, me watching. As time dances around, fast then slow then fast, I come close to touching her flesh, but I donât; itâs enough just to look, to savour the beauty.
âLook at the arse on that.â
âIâd rather not,â I say.
Weâre following some bloke along the high street. Heâs all broad shoulders, thick neck and biceps pushing out of a T-shirt that he probably bought too small deliberately. His rear is hugging the inside of a pair of Levis. Lauraâs eyes are fixed on it.
âHeâs fresh from the gym. No oneâs ever that toned all the time.â I try to keep the whinging tone of jealousy out of my voice.
âJealous,â she tells me. âDonât be. It might be a nice rear but the rest is just far too hard. Itâd be like holding a lump of concrete.â With this she yanks my hand and pulls me into her favourite âolde worldeâ tea room. âTime for a cup of tea and slice of cake.â
âIâm not jealous. Looking is fine. Coffee and walnut?â I point through the display cabinet at one of the homemade cakes coated in thick buttercream.
âLooking is fine. You do it enough. No, carrot cake. You?â She swings her bag around and fumbles around the clutter for her purse.
âI do not. Carrot for me too.â
âNo, youâll have the Pavlova, so I can have a bit too.â She smiles her overwhelming smile at the girl behind the counter. âAnd a pot of tea for two please.â
The girl smiles back, then looks at me and does the same. Itâs natural and charming and her light-blue eyes sparkle.
âYouâre doing it now,â Laura says as the girl turns her back to make the tea.
âDoing what?â
âLooking.â
âIâm being polite. Thatâs all.â
âIâll bring it over to your table,â says the waitress over her shoulder. I notice she also has a nice arse and my eyes stay fixed on it as my body turns.
âSaw that.â Laura squeezes behind a wooden chair at a wooden table with real flowers in a glass vase in the middle.
âOK, so I look. We both look. As long as thatâs as far as it goes, weâre alright.â
Laura adjusts her top and pulls it down a bit, exposing a little cleavage.
âAnd as long as I always see that look in your eyes when I show you a bit of flesh, weâre definitely alright.â
A pot of tea, two china cups and saucers and two large slices of homemade cake are put on the table.
âThere you go,â says the girl with twinkling eyes. âEnjoy.â
âLetâs set some ground rules,â Laura says as she forces her fork into my meringue, sending splinters of white onto the table. Her eyes look at it as though they are still looking at Muscle Manâs butt. âI fancy your cake, and Iâm going to have some of it. I admired that manâs butt, but I donât want it and would never have it. I know this cake looks good and will taste good because Iâve eaten here so many times before.â
She slides the fork into her mouth and her tongue licks slowly around her lips afterwards. Her lips and mouth are the only things in the room. I lick mine.
âAnd itâs the same with you. I know youâre a nice bit of
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