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He sat in the chair outside the caravan; the kids had gone down to the beach, his wife was inside preparing lunch. A tall woman came out of the caravan opposite and put items of washing on a short line to dry; he caught sight of her, lifting his eyes from the book. He lit a cigarette and watched as she moved with slow deliberate motion, moving up and down picking out items from a basket. He returned to the book, but his imagination ticked over like a wound up clock. His wife came out of the caravan, and gazed at the woman hanging washing. Had your eyeful? she said. Of what? he asked. Don't pretend you haven't gawked, she said, nodding towards the woman. I didn't notice; busy reading, he said. She sat next to him: Of course you were, she said, silly me to think you'd be eyeing her over. The woman picked up her basket and went in the caravan. I can't trust you for a moment, not to look at some **** who hangs washing seductively, Netanya said. He had read the same page three times over, and nothing stuck. While the kids are at the beach, do you want to do things? he said. She said nothing and went inside, then came out to hang washing unseductedly. He closed the book, and finished his cigarette, and pretended to look.
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Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
Hanging Washing Dame 1976
He sat in the chair outside the caravan; the kids had gone down to the beach, his wife was inside preparing lunch. A tall woman came out of the caravan opposite and put items of washing on a short line to dry; he caught sight of her, lifting his eyes from the book. He lit a cigarette and watched as she moved with slow deliberate motion, moving up and down picking out items from a basket. He returned to the book, but his imagination ticked over like a wound up clock. His wife came out of the caravan, and gazed at the woman hanging washing. Had your eyeful? she said. Of what? he asked. Don't pretend you haven't gawked, she said, nodding towards the woman. I didn't notice; busy reading, he said. She sat next to him: Of course you were, she said, silly me to think you'd be eyeing her over. The woman picked up her basket and went in the caravan. I can't trust you for a moment, not to look at some **** who hangs washing seductively, Netanya said. He had read the same page three times over, and nothing stuck. While the kids are at the beach, do you want to do things? he said. She said nothing and went inside, then came out to hang washing unseductedly. He closed the book, and finished his cigarette, and pretended to look.
TerryCollett
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Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
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