Beckham
"Shake it, don't break it," I hear some whistling and laughing behind me as I am putting the garden hose and other supplies away so no-one trips over them and gets hurt. I turn and there's a group of older women standing behind me. "Bend over again. I think I saw something stuck there on the back of your pants. Let me get it," one of them tells me. I laugh and recognize some of these women. They know my girl. "Virginia's friends?" I ask anyway. "Virginia's boy toy?" one throws back at me. I laugh even louder. "That's me," I tell her. "Are you her little b!tch too?" she asks. I nod. "I am everything to her, for her, in her, on her," I say. I swear all of their eyes widen. One gets a huge, wicked smile. I know about these ladies. Virginia is always telling me about her perverted old
