they were at an art gallery..
when she wandered further down one of the corridors,
far away from the throng in the main reception area.
he had been speaking with the artist, when he caught sight of her walking away
she piqued his curiosity, once again.
he followed at a distance behind her.
and smiled as she slipped behind one of the concrete beams.
he heard a soft slight giggle.
what happened next totally took him off guard.
she slipped one stocking clad leg from behind the barrier, and in her hand
swinging in the night air was her wispy thong.
he took two steps forward and heard her gasp.
’ slut ’ he spoke…
’ do understand that waving that thong in front of my sight,
is the equivalent of waving a cape in front of a bull.’
’ oh dear girl, he spoke, as he dragged his shoe back and forth, ’ are you aware of how cold & gritty this concrete floor is?’