Vengeance is sweet

What a warm day. Really hot, perhaps even the camels fainted in the zoo because of the heat. The thermometer reached 35°C that day. At these temperatures people usually aren’t up to do anything. So did I, because I sat together with Claude in his front yard. We were both sitting on our beach chairs below a large sunshade. While I was browsing in a magazine Claude uninhibited showed no manners.
He had his boots, together with his socks, pulled off and wore light blue jeans. On his upper body he had a red polo shirt, in his left hand a coke and his right arm was hanging weary over the armrest. Ever and ever again he granted his throat a small swig from the cold liquid inside the bottle. Furthermore he was panting for breath as if he just finished a marathon. In his case it wasn’t the heat but Isabella, his ex girlfriend who asked him the day before if she could wash her motorcycle at his place. Well, if you can call this washing. She wore her combat boots, very short hot pants, a tight top, her sports gloves, not forgetting her spiked bracelets and a red scarf. Some girls prostitute in this kind of outfit, but cleaning a bike? And the cleaning could only be interpreted because instead of thoroughly cleaning it she occasionally liked it to let her enormous breasts glide over the bike and the sexy poses she made weren’t for nothing too. Her acting could hardly be because of me as I had no fix plans that I would come to Claude’s place that day.

Did she follow the plan to win over Claude again by using that tactic? Until today I don’t even know why those two even parted. It couldn’t be a big dispute between those two and no one cheated on the other either because if that was the case those two wouldn’t get along that good. But it probably was Claude who made the final stroke. Perhaps he was weary of the scratch marks on his back. Back then I had to chuckle inwardly. After my own experience with Isabella and with obvious shameful feelings when I got close to her I told Claude from the incident. Fortunately he understood and wasn’t mad at me or anything like that. In the end we didn’t have a love affair.