It was a hot, humid Sunday afternoon and for no particular reason we were wondering the streets like so many other aimless people. Senselessly burning fuel, heading no-where, in a hurry to return to our starting point via a destination not yet discovered.

Our lust for something different, some meaning was not yet satisfied, but with the sun sinking westward and the sea breeze surely closer. We punched home into the GPS and set our course for the quickest direction to recover the still waiting drudgery of the sameness in our existence.

We were on the home stretch with familiarity rapidly being painted to the tapestry scrolling around us. Negotiating space from the pee sized communal brain controlling the three four-wheel drives that must have been connected by an unseen string, taking two full lanes to do the work requiring one. We entered the round about, only wishing to make a quick left at the first exit in just a few meters. We rounded the curve, topped the hill and commenced the decent past houses and people who all knew where they were. On the left near the bus stop she was there, a goddess. Blonde hair collected to the back in a ponytail, blue-green singlet filled with the shapely form of youth-like femininity. Bottle blue working, short, short stubbies topping long slender legs with tips that vanish into heavy work boots, professionally adorned with folded down socks. A seductive combination of elegant independence, clearly displaying an unseen sign with ‘self-made, proud and no-bodies property’ written for all to see. A warning offered to all who possess the desire to own or covert.

Lady left the air-conditioning stream and dived for her open window, several snorts later she turned to me. Multiple puggs were hiding somewhere and she was much to slim; small portions would never suit us; the message was all over Lady’s face.

I watched as best I could, she was not alone; Victor was there, he was mature but could clearly still perform well. She held him firmly by barely visible handles above his pounding heart. Her fingers massaged and stroked him, pressing buttons in an effort to motivate every last morsel of his strength as they rolled back and forward. They moved together as one, they moved in opposing directions. Reinforcing the union as each re-couple melting them together again; they were always meant to be so. Their heated efforts visible for all to see; he made all the noise, puffing and grinding away, making every effort to please her. His piston plunging performance, desperate short grabs for air and constant puff of his steaming exhaust. Her fair skin displaying many small droplets from their fired coupling, backed by the shinning glow of perspiration along the full length of her contours, a signature union in this physical ballad which continued unabated until their was nothing more for them to do.

His purpose served she silenced him and dispatched him to the garage to cool off, alone. She dropped to the step with a cool drink and surveyed her dominion, a lust for more still glowing through those wanting eyes.

I turned to Lady, she was correct. We had no place here no one was going to drive a wedge between this couple.