him. That was news to Dean, but he help smiling as he put the phone back in couldn’t his pocket. The bus pulled up and Dean kept his head down as a couple of people brushed past. He watched their shadows slide across the pavement. He heard the door clamp shut and noticed a shadow that moved away. bus’s hydraulic hadn’t looking for something special or have you just got a thing for ‘You pavements?’ I know that voice. I follow the shadow up to the body it belongs to. I fucking can’t believe it. I freeze. I stop breathing. I stare, but I remember to stop my mouth dropping open at least. her. Ghalia. covered from head to toe in one of It’s It’s She’s them Paki tent dresses, but showing her face. round. Her whole body is she’s It’s rounder. all curvy. The dress is tight on her body and I can see her knockers. She’s huge. Fucking hell, changed. I stare at her tits. I help myself. They’re she’s can’t Ghalia follows my eyes. wrong Dean, not seen a woman dressed modestly in the name of ‘What’s Allah before?’ I force myself to look at her face. One of her eyebrows is higher than the other. Her lips are pursed but curved at the corners. taking the piss out of me. She always She’s has something cool to say and left with an empty mouth. I feel stupid around I’m Ghalia, but a good stupid. just having fun, not being mean. it’s She’s she’s What about ‘Mate. that…you know…thing?’ The fake hippy has got closer and is trying to lean into the conversation. He’s blocking Ghalia. ‘Fuck off.’
him. That was news to Dean, but he couldn’t help smiling as he put the phone back in his pocket. The bus pulled up and Dean kept his head down as a couple of people brushed past. He watched their shadows slide across the pavement. He heard the bus’s hydraulic door clamp shut and noticed a shadow that hadn’t moved away. ‘You looking for something special or have you just got a thing for pavements?’ I know that voice. I follow the shadow up to the body it belongs to. I can’t fucking believe it. I freeze. I stop breathing. I stare, but I remember to stop my mouth dropping open at least. It’s her. It’s Ghalia. She’s covered from head to toe in one of them Paki tent dresses, but she’s showing her face. It’s round. Her whole body is rounder. She’s all curvy. The dress is tight on her body and I can see her knockers. They’re huge. Fucking hell, she’s changed. I stare at her tits. I can’t help myself. Ghalia follows my eyes. ‘What’s wrong Dean, not seen a woman dressed modestly in the name of Allah before?’ I force myself to look at her face. One of her eyebrows is higher than the other. Her lips are pursed but curved at the corners. She’s taking the piss out of me. She always has something cool to say and I’m left with an empty mouth. I feel stupid around Ghalia, but it’s a good stupid. She’s just having fun, she’s not being mean. ‘Mate. What about that…you know…thing?’ The fake hippy has got closer and is trying to lean into the conversation. He’s blocking Ghalia. ‘Fuck off.’