Gbas-Gbos



You do not like drama, not by a long stretch. In fact, you take extra steps to circumvent the possibility of drama. And it has helped you, a lot. Life is too short to be spent bitching.

You also so not endorse philandering. On that proverbial list of things that must kill a man, it  is not ticked against your name. It does not mean you do not like the fairer sex though. You just prefer to be faithful to your wife. But every once in a while, you come across some specimens of said specie and you cannot but say hi. Just to see how things would go...

You are driving to your G's, listening to music, thinking of nothing and everything, when your eyes dash to the dashboard. The fuel level registers. Something needs to be done about that. You pass the next three Filling Stations, there is a bigger one up ahead, just after the turn. You trust the bigger ones more: you like to think they do not alter their metres like the mushroom ones.

You choose a pump manned (isn't that word sexist?) by a pretty, dark, young thing. As you step down, you flash a smile and turn on the charm.

By the time your tank is three-quarter full, you are collecting her digits.

A sedan pulls up to your right, tinted glasses all round catch your attention. As the driver's window rolls down, you turn to look at the person behind the wheels.

Your eyes flash past him to the, clad in crop top and bum shorts, lady beside him. She is Your wife's name falls from your lips in unbelief.
The phone slips from her hand as she turns to look at you, chewing suspended in shock.
"Is this your number, the attendant asks you?"


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