A Guilty Pleasure

Emerging from home to the bus stop outside, where women are heading for work, my perambulation as past them I slide pulls their heads from their phones with a jerk. My buttocks are both thrusting forwards and back and my hips swivel round like a snake, my backside moves just like two cats in a sack too much for the ladies to take. I see from their faces their shock and their horror that they are directing at me will certainly not be around here tomorrow because you can take it from me that the joy of this morning from when day was dawning and I don't care what those women thought is me getting to treasure a man's simple pleasure of wearing freshly ironed boxer shorts.