We ate lunch at the local
cafe the other day. I had watermelon. One of the seeds popped out
on my neck.
James says “Oh you have
a bug on you” and tries to brush it off.
“Oh no” he says “It
has gone down the front of your dress”. And he pulls out the neck
of my top and plunges his hand down my dress. I am pushing his hand
away and saying “Don't do that, stop, quit.”
He is getting aggravated
now “I am just trying to get it before it bites you – or stings
you - or whatever he does”.
I am still pushing his
hand away and now I am yelling, “It is not going to bite me; it is
a watermelon seed”.
We should charge the cafe
for entertainment.
