kitchen drama

Kitchen drama

 

We were poor

Shared our kitchen with the woman next door

She was in her thirties

I was fifteen.

We met in the kitchen

It started with a kiss

It ended with full sex.

Mother found out

Called our neighbour a whore gave her a slap

Across her face.

To me, she said.

How could you with that woman!

 

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