I've read almost al ur stories dear, apart from TORN and i must confess, you're doing a great job. Y dont i lyk this Eru of a guy??

Kudos Ma'am, welcome back, really missed reading your stories.

Chumzypinky:
I've read almost al ur stories dear, apart from TORN and i must confess, you're doing a great job. Y dont i lyk this Eru of a guy??

because u don't want to like him na..

She's back with another sublime and riveting story. You've kept us waiting for so long, I'm however happy you're back. I have often said that your ability to write is innate and very strange. Laurels await you, I believe in your talents. Keep it up, you're the best writer here.

saraphina:
because u don't want to like him na..

Lollz...mayb because he was too straightforward with the asking out. I dont think so highly of guys who asks for a relationship the first day they meet you, thats for me sha.

Hey bae anything for us today

Nwiboko26:
Hey bae anything for us today

Sweet heart, am at a love feast. I don't know when I'll get home tonight.

@all... I apologize for not posting yesterday. I was at my kids' school christmas party.

Unfailingly, before dinner time tomorrow I will post updates *hugs*

CHAPTER FOUR

Eru returned home from work in the evening, tired and hungry. He had given his sweet heart a spare key to his two bedroom apartment. He wanted her to feel free to visit at anytime she wanted, whether he was in or out. He really liked her. He had planned to propose to her by the end of the month. He didn’t want to waste any time, he was ready to settle down and begin a new marital life with her. The moment he walked into the sitting room, the sight that beheld him weakened his knees. He found Bina sleeping on the settee, surrounded by piles of dirty plates, cups, glasses, mugs, cutleries, wrappers of chocolates, biscuits and candies. The room was in a complete mess. What if he had come home with a friend or worse his siblings? How would they have perceived her? He pulled off his jacket and marched into the master bedroom. He found the room in disarray. Her clothes, shoes and bag were scattered on the unmade bed, and the pillows were thrown in every direction.

What is the meaning of this?

He dropped his car keys and phones in the wardrobe and hung his jacket. He returned to the sitting room and met her still sleeping. He hissed and strode into the kitchen. The sink was unbelievably full! There were dirty pots, plates, glasses and pans in it. The cupboards were open. The floor was smeared with all sorts of paste and liquid he couldn’t discern. He felt blood drain from his face.

“What the hell is this?!” he hurried out and returned to the sitting room, “Bina! Bina! Ibinabo!”

She opened her eyes. She heard her name. She pulled herself up in a sitting position. Was Eru back from work? Maybe she was dreaming.

“Bina!”

She blinked and sighted him ten feet away. She wasn’t dreaming. He was home, clad in a pair of black shiny trousers, a white long sleeve shirt and a long black tie. He looked angry. What was wrong? She pulled her weight up and approached him.

“Welcome home,” she stretched out her hands and yawned.

“What is the meaning of this?” he glared at her.

She squinted her sleepy eyes. What was he talking about?

“Did I commit a crime by giving you the key to my house?” he placed both hands on his hips.

She shook her head.

“Why have you decided to turn my apartment into a dumpsite?”

She opened her mouth, and then closed it.

“The sitting room is a mess, my bedroom looks like a train ran over it and my kitchen is no different from a pigsty.”

She blinked and stared back at him. Was he upset because the house was a little untidy? She looked around her.

“Is that why you came home screaming my name as if…” she glanced back at him, “As if the house is on fire.”

He narrowed his gaze. Her response fueled his anger. Her lack of remorse baffled him.

“We can get someone to clean it up,” she said lackadaisically.

“What happened to your hands?” he looked her up and down.

“Fine! I will clean it up,” she returned to the settee and lay on her tummy. When she wakes up, she would clean his house and go home. At least, no one stresses her there with house-work.

He glanced sideways. His annoyance was at a boiling point, “Will you get into that kitchen this minute and clean all that mess…” he moved towards the chair and pulled her by the leg.

She fell on the rugged floor and scrambled to her feet, “You know you have gone mad!” she pointed a finger at him.

His astonished gaze remained on her enraged face.

“Something is wrong with your brain,” she tapped the side of her face with a finger.

He placed a hand on his chest, “Are you talking to me?”

“Are you daft or something? Do you see anyone else around here?” her coffee coloured eyes darted left and right, “Of course I am talking to you.”

He took several steps backward, turned around and hurried into the master bedroom. He picked up her shoes, bag and clothes which were scattered all over the bed and returned to the sitting room. He threw them at her and pointed at the front door. She followed his gaze and started to laugh.

“Leave my house,” her laughter infuriated him.

She clapped her hands, “You are funny.”

“Bina leave my house! Or else…”

“Or else what?” she approached him, closed the gap between them and eyed him.

He pushed her away, “Leave this minute or else, I will beat you into a pulp,” he warned her.

She staggered and looked back at him. She felt as if a screw had loosened in her brain.

Like a flash of light, she leapt at him and held him by the collar, “Beat who? Your Mama abi? Who do you think you are? The Undertaker or Hulk Hogan?”

He pushed her and tried to loosen his collar from her choking grip, but, she held unto him. Her strength astounded him.

“I am warning you,” he tapped a finger on her forehead.

“Try it now. You think I am one of those spineless girls out there.”

“Let go,” he pushed her again. The buttons of his shirt started coming off one after the other.

“You must beat me today. Thank God we have only dated for three months. It is not too late to call it off.”

His throat went dry and he started to choke. He coughed and hit her across the face. She released him, dazed that he had just hit her.

“Get…” he coughed, “Get… get out of my flat!”

She held her hurting cheek, still in shock.

“Out!” he pointed at the door and pulled off his torn shirt.

She took a few steps towards him and slapped him twice on both sides of the face. Caught unawares, he staggered and almost fell. She lurched herself at him and held his trousers. The next thing he knew, her teeth had gone deep into the skin of his stomach. He cried out in pain and kicked her with one of his legs. She released him and fell on the tiled floor. He held his tummy and noticed that he was bleeding. Horrified, he dashed into his bedroom and hurried into the bathroom. He found the first aid box on the wooden shelf nailed to the wall and flung it open.

Ibinabo picked up her clothes, shoes and bag on the floor and headed out. She had a satisfied look on her face. Next time, he would think twice before laying a finger on her. She wore her blouse over the spaghetti top and slipped into her jeans. She got into her shoes and approached the gate. She smoothened her jet black back-length hair. The security guard allowed her out of the building. She stood by the closed gate and looked around her. The street was dark and empty. How was she going to get home? She thought of calling her grandmother’s driver, and then decided against it. Tjay crossed her mind. She wondered if he would come and pick her up if she called him. They had not spoken to each other for a long time. It was all her fault. Why did she always drive her friends away?

xxxxxx

They lay on the bed and watched a movie on the twenty inch flat screen television. He turned his head and glanced at her. They had been dating for the past two months and he had no regrets. She was homely, kind and industrious. Despite the fact that she was attractive, she didn’t allow her physical beauty to get into her head. She could relate with anyone, regardless of their social status. She was definitely a wife material and he wished he had asked her out earlier. Nevertheless, it was better late than never. He heard the ringing of his phone. He reached out for it on the stool beside the bed and checked the caller’s identity. He blinked and sat up immediately. He had not heard from her since she started dating the Prado jeep guy. What was his name?

“Hello…”

“Tjay hi… please, I need your help.”

The sound of her voice made his heart jump, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, no… please, can you come and pick me up?”

He glanced at the wall clock. It was fifteen minutes past nine, “Where are you?”

“I am in Ilupeju, on the street close to Sweet Sensation.”

“Okay, go to the eatery and wait for me.”

“Oh goody! Thanks.”

Her excited voice warmed his heart. He hung up and got down from the bed. She sat up and looked up at him.

“Are you going out?”

“Yes,” he took out a shirt from the wardrobe, “I need to pick up a friend. She is stranded.”

“Who?”

“Bina,” he zipped the jeans and straightened the collar of the red tee-shirt.

“Ibinabo?”

He nodded. He had told her about his childhood friend, but, he left out the part that he had always loved her.

“Can I come?” Adiza got down from the bed.

He shrugged and picked up his car keys on the stool. He switched off the television and the ceiling fan. She slipped on her slippers and followed him out of the apartment. She had not been introduced to his childhood friend since they had started dating because of the rift between them. She had seen Ibinabo at a distance a couple of times, but, they had never crossed paths. Finally, they were going to meet.

CHAPTER FIVE

She stood outside Sweet Sensation and awaited the arrival of her childhood friend. She regretted the way she had been treating him. What was wrong with her? Amongst her friends, he was the only one that stood by her, yet, she made him miserable. She had learnt her lesson. She won’t make that mistake ever again. She recognized the blue Toyota Corolla the moment it halted at the side of the road. She noticed that he wasn’t the only one in the car. There was a fair skinned lady seated at the front seat. Who was she? She got into the passenger seat and thanked him.

“Bina, meet my girlfriend, Adiza,” he seized her up. She looked okay, although a little bit unruffled.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She looked from him to the fair lady and back at him. When did he start dating?

“Hi…” Adiza turned around and smiled at her. Her boyfriend’s childhood friend was very pretty and much more physically endowed than she was. Many men would die to date the likes of her.

Bina waved a hand at her and forced a smile. It didn’t reach her eyes.

“She lives in my compound and also works at PHCN,” he added.

“How convenient…” she said to herself and folded a hand across her chest. It had been a while since she had shared her friend with another woman.

Tjay stopped the car in front of her house fifteen minutes later. She thanked him and got down.

“I would really like to speak with you,” she directed her gaze at him.

He glanced at his girlfriend and back at her, “We will talk tomorrow.”

She frowned, “What about tonight?”

“Don’t be selfish, you can see that I am with someone,” Tjay eyed her.

“Fantastic,” she backed away from the car, “Where is my friend when I needed him most?”

He eyed her again, “You haven’t been friendly lately.”

“Fine! Enjoy yourself,” she glanced at the fair lady, “Nice meeting you,” she turned around and walked up to the gate. She knocked and was let into the house by the security guard.

He sighed and shook his head. She would never change, he thought.

“Maybe you should drop me off and come back to see her,” Adiza tried to suggest.

“No… don’t mind her,” he started the car.

“But…”

“She is an only child who is used to getting her way all the time. I will see her tomorrow,” he assured her.

“A spoiled brat?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” he winked at her.

They both started to laugh.

xxxxxx

She sat on a wooden stool outside the bungalow, breaking the shells and chewing the boiled groundnuts in it. The empty shells were littered on the ground in heaps of tens and twenties. It was noon already and her friend had not shown up. She had called him several times and left him lots of messages. Where was he? Maybe with his new girlfriend. A frown creased her brow. She couldn’t remember the last time she competed for his attention with another girl. He rarely dated. She didn’t know why and never bothered to ask. She had been a very bad friend to him. He cared a lot about her and she had always taken him for granted. The security guard opened the gate and someone walked in. Her face brightened when she saw him.

“Where is your car?”

“Adiza needed it,” he approached her.

She raised an eyebrow. How many men would allow their girlfriends to drive their cars?

He found a plastic chair at a corner and placed it beside the stool.

“What took you so long?” she eyed him.

“I am here now, aren’t I?” he looked around him and shook his head, “You will never change.”

“What?” she followed his gaze and saw the empty shells of groundnut all over the ground, “Mrs. Ekaette will clean it up. Care for some?” she passed him the big bowl of boiled groundnuts. He dipped his hand into the bowl and grabbed some.

“What were you doing in Ilupeju last night?”

She threw some groundnuts into her mouth, “I went to visit Eru.”

“Oh… so he lives in Ilupeju?” the groundnuts tasted fresh in his mouth.

She nodded in affirmation and swallowed.

“Why didn’t he give you a ride home?”

She frowned, “We had a fight.”

“Lover’s quarrel,” he chuckled.

She snorted, “It was more or less like wrestle mania.”

“How?” he directed his gaze at her.

She placed the bowl on her laps, “He slapped me.”

His eyes widened in surprise.

“And I slapped him back, twice.”

His jaw dropped in astonishment. He was against men hitting women, regardless of what they said or did. Although Ibinabo was a handful and could bring out the worst in anyone, but, her boyfriend went too far by hitting her.

“I also bit him in the tummy until he bleed,” there was a satisfied look in her eyes.

He shook his head in amazement.

“Stop staring at me like that, I am not a vampire,” she started breaking some of the groundnut shells.

“You never stop to surprise me. What did you do that… that made him react that way?” his worried stare searched her face.

She threw away the groundnuts in her hands and faced him, “What sort of question is that?”

“Why did he slap you?” he pressed.

She hissed and looked away, “Just because… because… he… he said I turned his flat into a pigsty.”

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

“And then, he… he ordered me to clean the apartment,” she rose, “Am I his maid or a slave?”

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. Her coffee brown eyes flashed with annoyance, “If you made the mess, you are supposed to clean it up.”

“What, what, what? On whose side are you on? Men!” she hissed and sat back on the stool.

“I am not defending him,” he noticed that she was in a pair of white shorts which barely covered her dark smooth chocolate thighs. Her matching white spaghetti top barely covered her cleavage. He turned away and looked towards the gate, “Men shouldn’t hit women, ever.”

“Eh-hen,” it pleased her that he wasn’t taking sides with Eru.

“He had no right,” he frowned at the thought that she had been hurt.

“True, and to think that I actually liked him,” she hissed again.

He stared at her. She seemed sad. He felt a throbbing ache in his heart. He had not been able to stop loving her, despite the fact that he was dating another, “If he likes you too, he will come back.”

“Really?” coffee coloured sad eyes met brown assuring ones.

“Yes, but, you need to change.”

She lowered her gaze, “I know, I will, it’s never intentional, I just…” a tear slid down her face.

He reached out for her hand and squeezed it, “It is going to be all right.”

The security guard opened the gate. A Prado jeep drove in, followed by a Toyota Corolla. They both got up, holding hands. Eru parked the car and got out. Adiza got out of the vehicle and approached them.

“What are you doing here?” she lashed out at Eru.

He raised his hands and walked up to her, “Please hear me out.”

“I have to go,” Tjay dropped her hand.

She turned towards him, “Okay. Thanks,” her warm gaze observed him.

He smiled, “You know I will always be here for you.”

Bina nodded and pulled him close in a hug. She felt safe in his arms.

Adiza watched them. Seeing her man in another woman’s arms regardless of the fact that they were just friends didn’t make it less painful.

Tjay pulled away and faced Eru, “It is nice seeing you again.”

“And you too,” Eru eyed him. Seeing his woman hugging another didn’t sit well with him.

Tjay put his hand around Adiza and they walked back to his car. They got in and he drove out of the large compound.

“Bina…” the plea his eyes tugged at her heart.

She seized him up, hissed and walked into the house.

He hurried after her and reached out for her hand.

“Don’t touch me!” she glared at him.

“Please… I know I over-reacted that night. I was upset.”

“Oh-oooh,” she hissed, eyed him and went straight to her bedroom.

He followed her, “I am sorry. I promise that I will never ever raise a hand against you again.”

She eyed him and folded her hands across her bosom.

“Please forgive me,” he sounded remorseful.

She met his pleading dark gaze and nodded in acceptance, “All right. I forgive you.”

“Thank you,” he sighed with relief and beamed.

She dropped her gaze and stared at his tummy.

“Don’t worry,” he placed a hand on his stomach.

She lifted her eyes and met his smiling ones.

“It still hurts, but, I am fine.”

She paled, “I am sorry.”

“It is okay,” he assured her, “You have very sharp set of teeth.”

She pouted her lips, “I am not a vampire.”

He raised his hands, “Far be it from me to abhor such nasty thoughts.”

She chuckled and leaned against the wall. She looked up at him and felt the heat of his perusal.

“You look sexy,” he seized her up.

“Go away jo,” she walked past him and sat on the un-made bed.

Eru looked around the room and the desire within him dissolved. The room was untidy. Was this what he was going to face if he married her?
Was he ready for that kind of life? He made enough money and could afford to employ a maid, but, he needed his wife to be at least organized. He really liked her and hoped she wasn’t beyond change.

“Why don’t you change into something and let’s eat out?” he suggested.

“Yippee!” she jumped off the bed and rushed to the wardrobe.

“I will… wait in the sitting room,” he backed out of the room, closed the door and let out a loud breath.

Thank you all for your patience.
Updates continues tomorrow *winks*

patiently waiting

You story is captivating.

U've really tried dear,may God spear our lives beyond

Masikay:
You story is captivating.

Thanks.

Masikay:
You story is captivating.

Thanks.

Shakyroh320:
U've really tried dear,may God spear our lives beyond

Amen. Thanks.

Bina really has to change...else she 'll face worse scenario dan which she has experienced with eru the previous night and by den, Tjay would not av tym to attend to her like he always do

Nice updates ma'am @shewrites

pweetychyka:
Bina really has to change...else she 'll face worse scenario dan which she has experienced with eru the previous night and by den, Tjay would not av tym to attend to her like he always do

Nice updates ma'am @shewrites

*hugs*

SheWrites:


*hugs*

pls I await the next update

CHAPTER SIX

They sat outside the apartment eating from a plate of roasted corn and boiled pear. It was weekend and they had decided to stay at home, rather than go out. She enjoyed spending time with him, be it in the office, at home or anywhere else. Her wish would finally come through when he proposed and they got married. It would be the best day of her life. Her smile thinned into a frown when she noticed the person coming in through the gate. She turned to look at him and his excited expression made her feel worse. She hoped she wouldn’t have to compete for his attention when they tied the knot. Why does his best friend have to be a girl? How many guys out there had girls as their closest friends?

“Hello lover birds,” Bina waved at them and settled on the long bench beside him.

“Look who the cat dragged out of the bin,” Tjay drawled.

She hit him on the shoulder.

“Ouch! Don’t you know it’s not lady-like to punch people?” he eyed her.

Bina rolled her eyes.

“I am serious,” he feigned been hurt.

“Guess what?” her coffee brown eyes sparkled in delight.

“What?” his full attention was directed at her.

She stretched out her left hand. The gold ring on the third finger glittered.

“Wow!” Adiza felt a pang of jealousy. If Tjay was wealthy, he would be able to purchase a ring as lovely as Bina’s own, but, he wasn’t. Nevertheless, he was a hardworking young man who had a bright future.

He pressed his lips together and stilled the anguish he felt within. It was high time he dealt with his feelings for her. Even if he had to relocate to another part of the country, he would do it.

“Eru proposed last night,” she bit at her bottom lip.

“Hmm… don’t you think you guys are rushing it?” he stared at the ring in contempt.

She hit him on the shoulder again.

“Hey! Stop that,” he rubbed his shoulder. If they were alone, he would have resorted into tickling Bina until she begged for mercy, but he doubted if his girlfriend would condone their act of play. He would never understand why women see other women as threats.

Adiza tried to overlook their playful attitude, but couldn’t. Why wasn’t he as free with her as he was with his childhood friend? Maybe because he had known Bina for more than a decade, she reasoned.

“I am meeting his people this weekend,” Bina grinned from ear to ear.

“Nice,” he wanted to be happy for her, but, he couldn’t force it. His heart was bleeding that very moment. Was he really going to lose her? Why didn’t he open up to her sooner? He had been such a fool.

“Congratulations,” Adiza smiled at her.

“Thanks,” she beamed and got up, “I have to go; I have an errand to run.

“Okay, let me see you off,” he got to his feet.

“See you later,” Bina waved at Adiza and turned to leave.

“I will be right back,” he winked at his girlfriend and followed his childhood friend out of the compound.

Adiza sighed and folded her arms across her chest. The sooner Bina got married the better for them all. She didn’t like the idea of sharing her man with another woman.

xxxxxx

The Ogheneochuko family were excited to meet their only son’s fiancée. She was beautiful, educated and from a well known family. They were glad that he had chosen well.

Bina was flattered by their attention. It was good to know that she would be getting married into a good family.

Eru was happy that his family had grown fond of his fiancee. They had dinner the night they arrived, talked about preparations for the wedding and turned in for the night.

Bina woke up early that Saturday morning and found her way to the kitchen. She made herself a mug of tea and toast. She ate, left the used cup, plate, toaster and cutleries in the kitchen and returned to her room.

Hours later, while they all had breakfast, Mrs. Ogheneochuko asked if she had been in the kitchen that morning and she admitted it.
Ejiro, Eru’s younger sister, the only girl in the family and also the last child of their parents, was around with her husband, Omoefe and her children.

Ejiro advised Bina, “Your maid or house help might not always be around to clean up after you. As a woman, you need to take charge of your home.”

“Exactly,” her mother added, “You need to be a good home maker.”

Her husband nodded in affirmative.

Eru felt very ashamed. All had gone well since they arrived. He hoped that his fiancée wouldn’t spoil the good rapport she had with his family with her carelessness.

Bina pushed her plate away and looked from mother to daughter, “Is it because I left that cup and plate in the sink?”

“That is how it always starts,” Ejiro waved a finger at her as if she was a naughty child.

“From a few dirty plates to a whole messed up kitchen,” Mrs. Ogheneochuko added.

Bina gave a shake of head; she felt that her fiance’s mother and sister had ganged up against her, “Wow… just one cup and one plate.”

“Will you just apologize and accept your mistake?” Eru was beginning to feel irritable.

She turned to him. She felt upset that he had taken sides with his family instead of supporting her and coming to her aid, “Apologize? For what now?”

Eru pushed his half-eaten plate of food away. His appetite had flown out of the window, “I want you to apologize for your behaviour this minute!” If she apologized, he believed that his family will forgive her and overlook what she had done.

They all stared at her like a disobedient child.

Bina hissed and clapped her hands together, “I have seen wonders in this life. Why are you making a mountain out of a mole hill?”

Ejiro hissed and directed her sad gaze at her brother, “Is this the kind of woman you want to marry? You are on a very long thing.”

His annoyance increased. He folded his arms across his chest. He would make her apologize to his family whether she liked it or not. He had thought that she could change, but, it seemed that she was beyond help.

“Someone who refuses to listen to you,” his father shook his head, “Major disrespect.”

Eru felt saddened that his father was also disappointed, he turned to his fiancée, “Bina, this is more than leaving a few plates in the kitchen.”

“It isn’t. Your mum and sister are just creating an unnecessary scene.”

Ejiro pushed her chair backwards and got up, “Look at this… this thing. How dare you speak to us this way? Don’t you have manners at all?”
Omoefe, her husband, squeezed her by the hand.

“Honey, let me put her in her place. She is all beauty and no brains. She lacks manners, decorum and etiquette,” Ejiro flared.

Bina started to laugh.

“I want you to apologize to my entire family this minute,” Eru glared at her. What he feared had eventually materialized.

She stared at him angrily, “I will do no such thing. I cannot believe that you are dancing to their tune.”

“If you won’t apologize to them, then you are not ready to get married,” he lashed out.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, “What do you mean?” she whispered.

“I don’t think I want to be married to someone who doesn’t listen to me. Someone who speaks to my family, people I have known all my life… anyhow. It is unacceptable,” his eyes turned red.

Ejro smiled and sat back on her chair. She was glad that her brother had taken control of the situation.

Bina shook her head and tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill all over her face.

“Please give me back my ring,” he stretched out his hand and avoided looking at her.

She opened her mouth and closed it. She looked at them all, then back at him. It was the seventh time someone she was planning to marry would break up with her. Was she cursed or something?

“Give me my ring,” he reached out for her left hand and slipped the gold ring off her finger, “You don’t deserve this,” he hissed.

Tears streamed all over her face. She staggered to her feet, walked out of the dining room and found her way back to the guest room. She packed her things and headed out. The security guard allowed her out of the compound. She stood at the gate and sighed. How was she going to get home?

Nice update ma'am...

Bina will neva change until an occurrence touches her more than normal..

Sorry doesn't take a life...

#learning

Mehn this girl is just useless. This is the seventh break up and you are still unable to use your brain. Ode.

Thanks for the update ma'am. I hope Bina change for good very soon. Spoilt brat!

pweetychyka:
Nice update ma'am...
Bina will neva change until an occurrence touches her more than normal..
Sorry doesn't take a life...
#learning

*winks*

Nice one nice one.weli weli done

Well, I feel for Bina. Nice story, following steadily

itsandi:
Well, I feel for Bina. Nice story, following steadily

what r u feeling for her? all these people that would be feeling for a dirty and disrespectful girl ogan o.

pweetychyka:
Bina really has to change...else she 'll face worse scenario dan which she has experienced with eru the previous night and by den, Tjay would not av tym to attend to her like he always do

Nice updates ma'am @shewrites

Bina never suffer that's why her attitude still dey sweet her....yeye pikin.

@all... Update resumes tomorrow.

crislyn:

Bina never suffer that's why her attitude still dey sweet her....yeye pikin.

I dey tells u!

The earlier Bina changes her attitude, the better for her...... Nyc story ma'am

swankmee:
The earlier Bina changes her attitude, the better for her...... Nyc story ma'am

Thanks.