And who's she?
Netanya asks.

She gave me
a lift home.

Is that all
she gave you?

I walk past her indoors;
she slams the door
behind me
and is behind me
breathing down my neck.

I work with her;
she saw me
at the back door
and asked
if I wanted
a lift home.

O you work with her, huh?

I walk into the lounge
and sit down
in my favourite chair.

Yes, nothing else;
she works upstairs;
I work all over the place.

I bet she's a good lay;
fancy her do you?

She's pregnant;
why would I fancy
a dame who's like that?

She walks the room
like a tiger.

Is it yours?

Is what mine?

The **** kid she's carry;
your kid I guess.

She stares at me;
eyes as dark as death.

Of course not;
I hardly know her.

Liar! I bet she knows
you inside out.

I light up a cigarette
and look at her.

I work at the same store;
she's upstairs
in soft furnishings,
I am security
watching them all.

I bet she's good
on soft furnishings;
I bet she bangs
on soft furnishings.

I wouldn't know
what she bangs on.

Netanya sits in a chair
opposite me.

Why did she give you
a lift home?
bet she fancies you
something rotten.

Any mail for me?

She looks at me;
her eyes soften.

No; just a magazine
for me.

What kind of magazine?

Clothes magazine.

Any good?

Sure it is;
got some good stuff
in there.

Let me see.

She gets up
and goes and fetches
the magazine
and brings it to me.

See; good stuff.

I look at the pages
she shows me.

You like that dress?

It's beautiful isn't it?

Sure is: you want it?

Can I have it?

Sure you can.

She kisses my cheek
and sits on my lap.

You're the best;
I was just kidding
about the *****
in the car;
she's not
your sort at all.

No, you're my sort.

Yes, she says smiling,
that's what I thought.