Jody The Lyricist !

Debbi was on the phone to Jeff. She was seated at her breakfast bar with Solomon. She had not bothered to get dressed yet, she was so late by now that there was little point in rushing. "I am so sorry Jeff. My alarm didn't work and I misplaced my phone" she said lamely. "It was a very late night" she added. Fortunately, her boss didn't seem to mind too much. "A pretty successful night though I understand" he said. "Young Alan from accounts showed me a selfie he took with you !" Debbi groaned. That selfie would have been taken while she was topless at the bar. "Oh, er, great" she stammered.

"The college principal called too. Apparently it was their most successful Rag Week event ever in terms of cash raised. But she was even more pleased that somehow you have managed to get through to a particularly difficult group of girls and really motivate them" Jeff continued. "Oh, that's nice. They're good girls really" Debbi lied. "I'm glad. It's very important for the local profile of the company that you keep bonding with them. The board set great store by it" Jeff concluded.

Debbi poked her tongue out at the phone. "The board set great store by it" she parroted. "So, do you have to rush off now ?" asked Solomon. "No, he said last night could be counted as being like work and to take my time" replied Debbi. "Fancy going back to bed then ?" grinned Solomon.

Meanwhile, Lynn had noticed the foul mood that Jody had been in ever since they dropped Debbi's stuff off at her home. "What's the matter with you ?" she teased her friend. "Are you jealous ? It's because of Solomon isn't it ?" she laughed. "And Deacon. And Clinton. She's shagging all our boys. She's not supposed to enjoy it " Jody raged. "She didn't look like she was enjoying it much outside her company yesterday. Or in the Cat last night" Lynn argued. "Whatever" scowled Jody, her mood not improving.

So Lynn was a little surprised later that afternoon when she found Jody chuckling to herself at a table in the canteen. "You've cheered up ?" she greeted the black girl. "I'm writing another rap" replied Jody, as if that explained it. "Here, read this." She shoved her notebook at Lynn, who began chuckling too as she read...

Look at me, I'm Miz No-E, dancin' in the nude for char-it-y,

Ever-y-body's still lookin' at me, look at me I'm Miz No-E.

I raised a lot of money in my underwear,

Dancin' for the world without a care,

But people said I could make much more,

If I would do it in the raw !

The boys all think I look real cute,

Prancin' around in my birthday suit,

With my nipples proud and perky, open to the air

And me bendin' over with my bum all bare !

So look at me, I'm Miz No-E, dancin' on the nude for char-it-y,

It surely is a sight to see, a bare ass naked Miz No-E !

"If only !" Lynn laughed at Jody's composition. "But we'd never get her to do that in public. And Rag Week's over" she said sadly. "Don't you be so sure" answered Jody with determination. "Give me a little time. I'm working on it !"