Weird interactions!

Tuesday 10:15 p.m.
                             The wummin is Malayan. About forty, but with such wummin as those you wouldn't want to specify. She's a jewel. She has a husband and one kiddo of about thirteen now. Pentecostal, but very stressed. So today she gave me a present, one for being sixty. What? There is a picture of Oban which is bought from a stall from a joe who would be dead soon. There were two pictures. I had to choose. Then the envelope. In that there was twenty quid. What?
                           The wummin is disturbed. But a total gem. Her job is to help pupils who cannot speak English. She went to a buddhist school in Malaya, but had another religion as well, as they do in those foreign places. She smiles and is so lost. Lost and slightly bewildered about the long noses. A real trier, but never going to be relaxed or just happy. They sometimes have strange bodies these folk, like manly bodies except like the kind dwarves would have, androgynous.
                         Although she is employed to speak to the Poles and whatnot, and anybody who cannot speak the proper Scottishy stuff, of course, she is quite incomprehensible herself. And mad as well.
                         Would you like to hump her anyway, Hotboy? No, I do not think I would, Jack. With this wummin we have walked beyond that maybe, what with her being so unattractive. But at the same time incredibly attractive. Attractive beyond the superficial. Heart. Such heart is bound to somehow lessen you, as you witness it.