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The boy next door #2

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Banter over the fence in our back yard was a way of life. In our blue collar neighbourhood it was work, supper, pub in that order, regular as clockwork... for the men! Banter... that was for the women, in between washing, cooking, cleaning up....

When Mary next door died, young Martin, unemployed, inherited the role of housewife. He became my banter-mate. He didn't have to become my bedmate, but he did. When banter gets bawdy, boundaries get blurred, and Brenda gets bedded. Boy, it was bloody brilliant!

Why oh why then did he have to take that new job?

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    Christopher over 7 years ago

    Love the succession of B words, very rhythmic.

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