In she'd arrive at the supermarket
car park in her convertable Mini Moke.
Micro-mini-skirted and no panties.
Knickers, to the more refined?
She'd wait until she drew a crowd
of departing elderly, then with a
flurish she'd step out legs spread
wide - hiding nothing - showing
everything.
The ladies tut-tuted audibly, while
their husbands found it hard to push
a loaded shopping trolly with one hand.
.
jerry hughes
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