Dealing with the neighbours

We met at the gate. I didn't think he'd show, but he did. Sidling towards the gate, casual as you like. As though he didn't know what was about to go down. But he knew. We both did. It was in our eyes. We could smell it on the air. Taste it on our tongues. Neither of us wanted to make the first move but he broke me with his steely gaze and fuzzy grey beard. I crumbled and held out the goods for him to take. He smiled knowingly and then lifted his side of the bargain, placing it in my trembling hand. The deal was done.

A juicy lamb bone in exchange for a '10p out of Asda', slightly stale fruit loaf.

Tasty!