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“They’re qat,” Kathleen says, “exotic looking no? They’re from the Middle East.” I nod my head as I look at her thin waist through the leaves of the shrub.

“Nice,” I say more about her curves than about the shrub.

“Thanks, I thought they might look nice around the fence in back.” I think something vulgar about looking nice around back and nod my head smiling.

“I prefer fig trees personally; though they don’t afford much ground cover at least you get figs out of them, which is useful.” Her breasts remind me of figs, or maybe it’s the other way around. Glancing at them as they strain at her tight t-shirt stirs a feeling in my lower parts.

“Uh huh,” she says as if not really paying attention twisting around to look toward the empty garage affording me a view of her body in profile.

“Well I’ve got to get some fuel, the lawn ain’t gonna mow itself,” I say and smile. She pouts but gives a happy little wave as I head off. Her look to the garage had meaning but I can’t quite put my finger on it.