Nip and Tuck

He was waiting for her
in the apartment,
smart suited enough
to know about property.
The rain hadn't stopped,
Claire burst through the door
as colourful as her language.
Jesus Christ I'm soaked.
This friggin dump better be worth it.

Oh wow, she forgot the rain
forgot her wet clothes.
Its fabulous, can we take it?
I haven't shown you the rest
of the place yet, he laughed.
Reaching for a bottle of champagne
and two glasses, he followed her into the bedroom.
A toast to our meeting place.
Oh you are naughty, you knew I'd love it.
She spun like a child too small
for her mothers dress and shoes.
As the glass emptied
she hit the floor.

Over a pint the boys swapped stories.
How's Claire these days?
Ah yes, Claire, she wasn't really right for me,
too fat I thought, and her nose was to big, check bones?
well, lets say she needed a lot of work.
You bloody surgeons, always wanting
to slice things up.
Anyway, whatever happened to Helen
If I remember right
you said the same things about her.
Funny you should ask about Helen,
actually I'm visiting Helen tonight.
she seems to have been tied up forever
and you wouldn't recognise her,
another pint?