Hafsi Chrissie and Steve did not actually meet in any conventional way
They drifted together as Hafsi loved Chrissie and Chrissie loved Steve
Steve did not love Hafsi and Hafsi did not love Steve
And the only thing that they had in common was that they were both fucking Chrissie
This is what drew the boys together and they soon became good friends
Chrissie was happy to be shared and about once a month
The trio booked the Premier Suite at the Hotel Benjamin in South Kensington
Because it had a large rectangular bath and views of the Albert Memorial
Chrissie would then spread petals of many colours into waters of the bath
And they would settle in together and exchange stories of humour with each other
As well as admiring Chrissie’s magnificent breasts which were wonders to behold
Do you remember that old bus that we travelled on in India
It did not have any glass in the windows
As it had been kicked out over the years
The seats were not properly attached to the floor of the bus
And shook when the driver braked to avoid yet another catastrophe
I can remember the day when we hit that poor cyclist who shot through the empty window
He landed at our feet stone dead which was shocking but rather funny
As its theatre resembled that of a silent movie
The driver was Welsh and was forever telling us about how much he missed his mother country
But when he had the opportunity to return he always passed it up as he did not like the people
They would bathe until the bath waters cooled and after resting would return to the street
To take in the sights and sounds of the capital before going their separate ways
Chrissie was a school teacher and Hafsi and Steve were solicitors
Although their roles have little relevance to this account
In time I will return to my fictional friends and their humours
But if you are in Kensington Town do look out for rather tall girl
With two men of similar height carrying a bag of rainbow petals
As you might engage in their sense of fun and feel that you have a desire
To write about these unusual friends who are not exclusive to my pen at all