What the hell was he going on about?
Mints?
She just couldn’t understand his fixation.
She wasn’t even sure she liked mints,
so she simply could not rise to the occasion
and his evident enthusiasm.
She shrugged her shoulders
in a non-committal sort of manner.
He could choose the bloody things.
He failed to notice
the ambivalence she wanted so much to portray.
After all this time he still didn’t “get her”,
and he was supposed to be the old mature one.
Full of wisdom, blah, blah.
Sometimes she thought
he was as thick as pig shit.
But she loved him, despite all that,
so off he went to pick up the candy
or whatever it was.
However,
all this distraction turned out
to be a rather excellent opportunity
because she spotted something,
well someone to be precise,
who appeared to have more to offer.
Perhaps “she” could be the candy?
The thought brought an unconscious upward movement
in her lips,
and an obligatory biting and moistening of them
with her teeth and tongue.
Now glory be he spotted her!
She saw a slight straightening of his back,
a casual glance,
pupils already dilated.
She also noticed his arm resting
on the back of the lounge chair
he was occupying.
Those tattoos, hmm,
she couldn’t help noticing
they were a lot like hers.
Now then,
this was going to be interesting.
She hoped daddy would take his time
with his candy,
because things were looking pretty sweet here…