- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
She eyes the boor and brushes hair which lustrous, sparks with highlights fair.
He speaks: “Women's feet are smaller to get nearer to the sink – never short of a dollar.” He ogles: “Do not need to think.”
Recess of vanity unit stores PhD … *Mental eunuch!*
“They always leave top buttons loose, because their blouses are ‘too warm’ and coyly tilt the tight caboose when turning on their only charm.”
She deftly slips the hair clip on to defy physics with bouffant.
“I'll not take up your sparse airspace,” she says, “for it’s simplicity itself: truth is … a woman's place? Precisely where she wants to be.”
And she leaves, gesturing for the movers to continue.