If OnLy I CouLd...

“There! Stop in front of the aunty in black.”

SCREECH!!

Aunty looks up. Look of disapproval as expected. This is frowned upon. How could you!
I inch up, snuggle closer and manage an awkward kiss.

*Shock*Horror*

She wants to take her abaya off and strangle me with it till my face matches.
Even though the skin-tight leather pants are itchy and slimy, even though the skimpy top is uncomfortable, even though I hate getting on motorbikes regardless if it’s a sexy Harley, and even though this rockstar wannabe with a thousand piercings and markings stinks, it’s all worth the look on her face.

It’s especially precious ‘cause just yesterday I had to sit prim and proper in her living room and nod politely to her pointless rambling.

BURN!

I know secretly she’s thinking the same thing.

“Hey dude! There’s an extra 50 in it for you if you make her abaya fly when we pull away.”