“Oh please darling, I like it” Cindy said allowing her hands to caress the soft leather of the handbag.
John watched mesmerised as his girlfriend’s hands stroked the shiny black leather. Softly as though stroking a cat Cindy’s delicate fingers moved back and forth.
“Its beautiful John. Your little bunnykins wants it” she purred, her eyes holding out the prospect of the evening to come.
John glanced at the price tag.
“We can’t afford it babe, £350 is a lot of money. Sorry sweetie”.
John glanced up at the dark sky as they exited the shop. Black clouds loomed threateningly overhead.
“It’s going to pour down. We’d better run to the car before the heavens open!”
“You don’t love me” Cindy said turning away from him.
“You know that isn’t true darling. I’d do anything for you” John replied taking Cindy’s arm.
Cindy shook herself free angrily.
“Mean man, there is always money for going down the pub with your mates. Nothings to much trouble when you’re meeting the boys but when ever I want something its always, “sorry sweetie, it’s too expensive”. You’re a selfish bastard, you don’t give a shit about anyone else”.
“That isn’t true!”
“Yes it is and you know it!” Cindy said turning away from John and walking in the opposite direction to that in which they had been heading.
“Where are you going?”
“Anywhere to get away from my mean boyfriend!”
“Don’t be like that Cindy” John said striding after her.
“I’ve had enough John, its over”.
“Just because I wouldn’t buy you an overpriced bloody handbag. It was probably made in Thailand for peanuts and its being sold here for £350! Anyway who bought you those designer boots you’re wearing and the leather coat?”
“I know darling but, please buy your bunnykins that lovely bag. I like it. Cindy loves her Johnykins” she said taking John’s hand and smiling that bewitching smile which never failed to produce the desired result.
“Well I suppose I could use the credit card”,
“Oh you do love me darling” Cindy said standing on tiptoe to kiss her boyfriend full on the lips. John shivered at the prospect of the delights to come.
“We’d better hurry before the shop closes” he said.
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“That’s disgusting, some girls have no pride”.
John had been drifting off to sleep following a particularly energetic bout of bedroom antics but at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice he turned to face her.
“What’s that my darling?”
Cindy gestured towards the television which stood on a stand in the corner of the bedroom.
“Look at her. I’d die of shame before I’d do that”.
“What Cindy?” John said rubbing his tired eyes.
“Sleep with men for money. Christ some girls have no pride. Turn it off darling, it’s horrible, I can’t watc
The end h it” Cindy said with a shiver.
K Morris - Poet 