Itching , and scratching' He makes his way' to a new bed.much smaller, than what he slept in when he last had a bed. This one won't be for" baby making"but for sleeping, As he is older now ,and needs much rest. To prepare for the day ahead . He'll need his energy' much more than most days, to fend off 'the Termagant: who says" nice things" as he passes by her of his way to work, at the 'secondhand' store he works at."Everyday " like clockwork, it's almost as if she's 'stalking' him, She waits" in abeyance, and he braces"for the moment, It's uncomfortable, he wobbles'at the knees at first sight of her. She's aware' he's aware of her, there's no turning back.He bites his lip hard'and farts"he laughs, he notices an "inordinate"amount of jewellery' on her this day.It all plays with the morning sun,dancing for his eyes, "gold is good" he thinks to himself, and she smells nice, not like Soap or Wallmart'perlfume. Something else inate' perhaps,doesn't matter, It's good......