Wolf whistles.
Sunshine. A sheer slab.
Me. Up since four-thirty. Cuppa number nine. Backache. Hunger. On the scaffold. Another break.
how-ow-ow-oww
hubba-hubba schwing-schwing
A lass gets off the thirty and slinks below us.
kintight kinicetitsooowet
Askin for it.
Skin. Hot pants. Cold shoulder.
They enjoy her fear. Smell the stink of it sluicing off her.
Me. Guvnor. Them. Like sons to me, almost. Good lads. Most.
She sways on. Hot pants and pink vest. Bronze and gold. Brazen. Becky’s age. Bit older. Sally never like that. Different age.
out cmon love
The thirty shunts off. Audience gone. Witnessless.
Cold shoulder still. A handbag. Leather straps and shining buckles. Wriggles. Alive.
Lads waning. Lost cause. Laugh it off. Good laugh.
Me. Last word.
Sunshine. A sheer slab.
Me. Up since four-thirty. Cuppa number nine. Backache. Hunger. On the scaffold. Another break.
how-ow-ow-oww
hubba-hubba schwing-schwing
A lass gets off the thirty and slinks below us.
kintight kinicetitsooowet
Askin for it.
Skin. Hot pants. Cold shoulder.
They enjoy her fear. Smell the stink of it sluicing off her.
Me. Guvnor. Them. Like sons to me, almost. Good lads. Most.
She sways on. Hot pants and pink vest. Bronze and gold. Brazen. Becky’s age. Bit older. Sally never like that. Different age.
out cmon love
The thirty shunts off. Audience gone. Witnessless.
Cold shoulder still. A handbag. Leather straps and shining buckles. Wriggles. Alive.
Lads waning. Lost cause. Laugh it off. Good laugh.
Me. Last word.
suck us off sweetheart
The shallow silence of the street.
Lads laughing. With me. At me.
She walks on. Brazen. Her handbag wriggles, alive. A runtish pink head pops out. Chihuahua. Yellow eyes roll at us. Teeth bared. It fixes me.
Last word.
Yip!
The shallow silence of the street.
Lads laughing. With me. At me.
She walks on. Brazen. Her handbag wriggles, alive. A runtish pink head pops out. Chihuahua. Yellow eyes roll at us. Teeth bared. It fixes me.
Last word.
Yip!
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