Raining Over Him
It’s late at night, and raining heavily, but local girl Ms Arabella madam has still popped out for a quick cigarette – and to mock the soaking wet, head-in-the-wall, municipal footslave.
She herself is quite well protected from the rain, thanks to her hoodie. But the slave, as she gleefully points out to him, has nothing to protect his ugly, bald head from the rain.
She asks him how he is liking it – getting soaked to the skin? And she then goes on to feign sympathy for him, saying that peoples’ boots and shoes must taste really awfulafter it’s been raining, what with all the dirt and detritus stuck to them? Mocking Ms Arabella madam opines that the slave’s tongue will have a lot of work to do – once the rain finally stops – as people, presumably, tend not to use him to have their shoes lickshined when it’s bucketing down?
Never mind, she says! Look on the bright side – at least the rain should wash away all the muck and dirt stuck to the concrete footblock beneath his kneeling nose from his many previous customers’ shoes?
As for her own footwear, we can just make out that Ms Arabella madam is wearing plain, grey anklesocks inside her ankleboots – socks to match the grey weather. But she herself seems upbeat – perhaps because she is about to go to the warmth and comfort of her nearby apartment where she will make love to her manly husband, master George sir? She knows that her own sweet feminine libidinousness will now be enhanced by the thought of this pathetic municipal footslave – all on his own out in the cold and the rain, getting soaked and with nothing to look forward to other than the dirty shoes and boots of his post-rainstorm customers. Ha! Ha! What a loser. No wonder Ms Arabella madam is in a jolly mood!
