What I won’t trade for trust

“Whoo! Yeah, sexy! How you doin’?”

I turned my head to the right as I walked home. From the sidewalk I could see the woman who had just called out to me. She sat in a lawn chair along with several others, visible in the back yard of a house in my neighborhood.

Yes, she was looking at me.

“And whatcha got in that bag?” she yelled out again.

I kept walking.

I had donuts in the bag.