The Mistress

She was his latest .He waxed eloquent when she was the topic .Her body ,her complexion ,her attitude …her looks …..Nothing was good enough for her .she had to have the best .Her her clothes ,her music system were the best that money could buy .He never tired of extolling her virtues and was always very sensitive to her moods .Her sound was pure music to him .Every whisper, every murmur had him running round in circles ..He never rested till she was happy .She was to look perfect when he took her out .and proud to show her off

His sensitivity where she was concerned knew no bounds and she knew well to play on his feelings .She had this sixth sense to play up on the days any outing was planned . .It would start with a hiccup followed by a cough ,then a wheeze and then the refusal to go anywhere. He would then peer into her insides ,a wipe there ,a pat here and she would be fine .He pored over journals and books to see what was good for her ,what will keep her purring and what will irritate her .And moody …by God she was …!

Every weekend you’d find him under her (no pun intended ).He would clean out her innards and wash her undersides till she groaned. He would spent hours brushin and polishing her body till she shone Any one who dared touch her had him to content with .All this attention as a wife that had to come to me was bestowed on her and the green eyed monster in me was straining at the leash to have a go at her .

But little does she know how fickle he is .She does not know that she is not the first one .She is his fifth .A new babe in the market …that’s all it takes for him to leave her .

Of late she’s been too cranky .Its her heart ..i believe its not working good as usual …the tubes, the valves or something ..there’s a murmur ….I’ve heard him discussing this with her specialist

Just days back I ve seen him poring over the pics of a new baby called Manza ….Dear Indica… I think your days are numbered …….