he heard noise in the hallway leading down to the back porch where he slept 

if he wished he could partitioned the hall from the porch with a blackout curtainfor privacy but it wasnt often anyone headed down the hall after lights out and he was usually the one turning them outusually the last heading to bed

the noise heels on the wood floor were unfamiliar

he rolled off the bedcovering his naked girlfriend with the sheet to her waisther back to the hall pulled on a pair of shorts went out leaving the curtain wide open

                                         a lamp went on lighting a woman he didnt know

Who the hell are you who let you in

A roommate I suppose, he didn’t say, he wanted to go back to bed; I’m surprised you didn’t hear me knocking.

he knew who a kid who moved in not two weeks ago had the room closest the front door several people lived in the old house once it had been a manse but now was carved up into separate apartments sharing common areas the kitchen bathrooms

             bohemian

Who the hell are you

he noticed she held paperwork in her hand a straitlaced skirt blouse-buttoned-to-her-throat jacket middleaged woman

then shaking the paperwork at him without saying who she began a rant he wasnt interested in listening to something C P C S Two Four Three Point Four an sumptinsumptin P D 

                                                          he interrupted Im not following acronyms shut me off ya havent said who you are

some blather indignation fucking birds outside began chirpingwelcoming the dawn 

                                                                                         WHO ARE YOU

I’m from Neighbourhood Watch!

WHO ARE YOU

Mrs. Smith.

Mrs Smith from neighbourhood watch didnt know we had one early aint it

This is supposed to be posted if not on your door then in the vestibule; it is not.

It is not my door take it up with the landlord

Mrs Smith look past him into his bedroom   glared muttered Harlot

                                                                      leaving his arms to his side he walked up into her faceshe began backing away TIME TO GO SMITH he pressed forward she backed upthen she turned tail BUHBYE SMITH he followed her out the front door

I’ll leave this . .

. . Take it with you take it up with the landlord

I don’t know who that is.

I reckon youll work it out

Who are you?

he had already turned his back on her SOMEONE YOU DON WANNA KNOW shut the door bolted it

hed talk with the kid later that morning

he went back up the hall to his bedroom pulled the curtain closed

his girlfriend was awakehad rolled onto her back

                                                    Hiya beautiful really nice tits

These? playfully she gripped themsqueezed them together

he knelt on the bed kissed her bit one offered breast

                                                         Ouch.

That didnt hurt

No, you hurt me just right.  Harlot.

You heard that

Yes, also someone you don wanna know.

I didnt mean to be loud

You project, but I was listening.

                                     I’ve never been called a harlot before.

I didnt know people said itIve read it

You can call me Jean Harlot.  Harlow. Get it?

Got it when it came out of your mouth

she smiled lasciviously

                         Lose the shorts babe

0308,  Reggae Friday,  7  1. 22

1227,  Monday,  10  1. 22

Artie Shaw  Nightmare  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iabQmjaWCM