Reward Card

Buying a new belt for him was hard as the

correct parameters were difficult to judge in the

frowsty department store surrounded by

effete assistants who wouldn’t know how to help her

obsessed as they were with

measurements and not with the

heft in the hand, the

swingability, the precise amount of

pain each would provide for her

naked posterior, that

robust bum upon which the

last one had been broken, so she

chose the one with the width to make her

wince.

The girl at the till asked if she had a

reward card and she so much wanted to say that

the belt would be

reward enough.