MOON

I'm sitting in the coffee house, reading a newsmagazine. Two women sit at a nearby table. I'm soon their topic of conversation. Funny thing is, what language is it? I only know English and Hindi, yet I'm following. They royally trash me for being underendowed and for not having sufficiently stylish dress.
I decide to have a little fun as I leave. It's a L-shape building, so no one else can see. I hike up my dress, pull down the panty and moon them.

Monday the phone rings, personnel telling me to pick up my 2 summer replacements. Guess who? One blushes fiercely and the other bursts out laughing.
As I walk them back, I'm bigtime tempted. Could make life very difficult. Soon discard the idea.
"Look," I say quietly, "suppose we just forget Saturday happened. Need each other. Just as I need replacements urgently, you two need summer wages for school, so truce?"
Suraya laughs, "sure, truce it is. Just one thing, how'd you know what we were saying?"
"Beats me, thought I only knew English and Hindi."
Maryam chuckles, "a mystery, a challenge, a puzzle. Gotta be something Afghan in your background as a child. Like to talk at coffee time?"
"Sure, why not?"