Mrs. Gilliume

“Damn Christie I know yesterday afternoon was rough but that doesn’t mean you have to answer the door in your birthday suit!”

I could feel the redness of embarrassment crawling up from my chest to cover my face. Standing there was Mrs. Gilliume, my next door neighbour. It came back to me that she was one of the people who talked with the police about what she saw and heard and about the accident.

“I know you must still be shaken up over the crazy old European bitch calling you a Whore of Babylon but still doesn’t give you the right to flaunt your naked body for all to see, young lady!”

Then I remembered that she was one who felt the only time one should be naked was either in bed or in the bathroom showering. “Sorry Mrs. Gilliume, I just got out of the shower and thought it was something important that I couldn't wait until I got dressed!”

So what if what I told her was an outright lie, it wasn’t likely that I was going to invite her in, the noisy old bitch! But I bite my tongue and calmly asked her, “Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Gilliume?”

She looked at me as if I was a semi helpless child, “Oh god no dear it’s the other way around! Is there anything I might be able to help you with?”

It was at that point that my mind played back everything said between us. “Hey what do you mean the crazy old bitch called me a Whore of Babylon. I don’t remember her saying that to me!”

“Why Christie, that is because unless you studied the old languages of Europe you probably never heard the phrase, “Curvă desfrânată!” which translates to Whore Of Babylon in the old language but to modernize it for you as Wanton little slut!”

That old bitch, now I am glad that she lost control of the car! Too bad it didn’t explode like the cars in the movies and on TV do when they wrap around a light standard! My face must be a little more expressive than I thought or else Mrs. Gilliume must be thinking not too highly about me right now!

“Really Christie is that any way to think about one of god’s creatures?” Then she turned around and stormed back to her place. I was about to shut the door when a familiar brown and gold van pulled up in front of my place. I don’t remember ordering anything recently, so I closed the door and went over to my discarded panties and bra.

I had then back in place when the knock came to my front door Oh christ what is this going to be a day where i run back and forth to the fucking door. But unlike last time, this time I put back on my t-shirt and my jeans before going over and answering it.