Did she want to leave me high and dry? But Folake was not done with her exhibitionism. Without unstrapping the bra, her hands gingerly pulled off the cups. I could clearly see her breasts. At this point, it was very certain that I was completely mesmerized. Let me digress a bit. Some years ago, I was addicted to pornography. On the internet, I had seen pictures and watched videos of nude ladies. I had seen diferent shapes and sizes of breasts of ladies, ranging from African to Asian, European, American and African American ladies. In all, I had never seen any of them that looked like folake's breasts. She was flat chested. It was like staring at a little girl's chest. The nipples were quite big, but that was the only evidence that she was above puberty age. She allowed me to stare just for a few seconds before returning the cups of the bra to where they were, and wearing her top. "You don't have to rush in giving me an answer," she said. "You can take your time to decide if you still want me or not."

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She sat down again, but not close to me this time around. My mind was busy. If not that I had seen it live, I would not have believed that a lady's breasts would be that small. My mind went back to our last year in secondary school. Was Folake rebuffing boys because of her small tits? Certainly. Now, I was getting emotionally involved with her. But I had always loved boobs. It was one of the things I had found enchanting about Eniola. It was one of the ... Folake stood up. She was about to leave abruptly again. "If you are no more interested in the relationship, I can understand," she said. She took her handbag. I was in a dilemma. I loved fidelity in relationship. Even as a guy, I had always stuck to one partner at a time. Going along with Folake meant bye-bye to boobs. Oh Lord! "Alright, Ayo. So long." She moved towards the door. My brain, or was it feelings, worked in a frenzy. I thought you said you loved her, my mind screamed at me. You are not serious. If you really love a lady, you will love her,

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boobs or no boobs. But what about the no premarital sex issue? Yes, what about it? Is sex love? If sex is love, why did I reject Eniola. I jumped up to my feet. "Folake, wait." She stopped to turn around. "There's something I must tell too." She waited, staring at me. "Listen. I don't care about whatever may be the inadquacies. I love you and I love everyting about you." There was a sparkle in her eyes as she gave me the warmest and longest embrace I had ever had. * * * Folake was with me till some minutes past seven in the evening. As we chatted, we held hands like lovers. It did not take me long to realize that I must be crazy for her to be so complacent with chatting with her and holding hands. I accompanied her to the bus stop and bade her goodnight. She had indeed made my day. I slept that night and dreamt about Folake and Eniola. Eniola and her friends were jeering at Folake. They said she did not have what a man needed in a woman. Folake just sat down, looking forlorn, embarrassed and

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dejected. I appeared on the scene and made for her. "You can't have her," Eniola said. "Why not?" I demanded. "Can't you see that she's more of a guy? Can't you see her flat chest?" "She's the one I've chosen," I retorted. "She's my love and that's final." I left the scene, holding Folake's hand. On Monday morning, I woke early to prepare. Monday traffic in lagos was always hectic. I was at work by few minutes to eight. I decided to call my darling Folake. We exchanged pleasantries. She was at her place of work too and was preparing to start the work of the day. I soon inmersed myself in work. By noon, the office assistant came to inform me that the P.M would like to see me. P.M stood for Programme Manager and was our section head. Immediately, I went to the office. She motioned to a seat as soon as I entered the office and greeted her. Ms. Pamela Ogbon was the P.M. She should be in her 40s . She was a thorough and efficient woman. I admired her for those attributes. "Since you joined this firm, we've

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noted your dedication to work," she said. "I want to say you should keep it up." I nodded. "Thank you, madam." "We reward diligence and dedication. This is to let you know that your reward will come in due course." I was elated. There's no one who does not like commendation. "Thank you, madam," I said again. I made to stand up. "One more thing, Ayo William." I sat down again and looked at her expectantly. She removed her glasses and looked at me the way a doctor who was trying to figure out something about a patient would do. "This other thing is personal," she started. She looked as if she was still trying to figure out something. "Look, I'll be direct and straight forward. Ayo, I like you." For some seconds, there was pin-drop silence. Then, I put on a grin. "I like you too, madam," I said. "Since I came to work, I've seen you display so much energy and zeal at work. I like and admire that." I would have continued, but she put her index finger on her lips to hush me. "Get this clear, Ayo, I'm not

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talking about work. I'm talking about emotion. I'm talking about the way a lady likes a guy." now, I was shocked. It was not that I did not see it coming, but I was shocked by the way she said it so brazenly. How coul a woman tell a guy such a thing? She should be in her early forties while I was just twenty-five! Maybe I was a prude, but I felt this was not appropriate. I however knew I could not voice out all these. I had to be discreet. "But, I'm only a young man," I said. "You are my boss and like an aunt to me." I was surprised at her next reaction. She stared hard at me and burst out laughing. Was that funny? "Look, stop this joke or this pretence. You look sophisticated, so you know what I'm taking about. Many young men like you will jump at this offer. I know your type, so stop pretending." That was where she was wrong: I do not do things because others are doing them. I am self-willed. I do things out of conviction. Anyway, as far as the matter was concerned, there was nothing to jump at in this.

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Ms. Pamela obviously made a wrong choice. But you can't tell your female boss she's wrong on a matter like this. You just have to be discreet about it. "I find it hard to believe what you're saying, madam." I said. "There's nothing hard or difficult about it. This kind of thing happens. The relationship I seek with you has no strings attached. I'm a single mother with a teenage daughter. I have my life to live and you have yours. We'll only be discreet about this. Is that arrangement not good enough?" I could hardly believe my boss was the one saying all these. An hour ago, I would never have believed she could utter a word like this. I remembered Folake. I loved her and would always do. No matter what, she would always remain the love of my life. As for Ms. Pamela, I would pretend to play along. I looked at her and smiled. "It's okay, madam," I said. "I'm all for you." She smiled expansively. "That's the spirit. That's how to be a man. Now, give me your whatsapp number. We'll chat later." I gave her the

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number and left her office. * * * Hours later at home, I still had doubts about the intents and seriousness of Ms. Pamela. She was probably teasing me, part of my mind said. I guessed she should not be less than forty-four. What would a woman of that age have to do with a twenty-five years old guy? The age difference was much, and it was the woman that was the older! In some romance stories, I read about some guys falling in love with older women and I often wondered how realistic that could be. I shook my head. Realistic or not, I already had my love. I thought of calling Folake again. As I picked my phone, I saw the indicator that I had some Whatsapp messages. One was from Folake while the other was from Ms. Pamela. I decided to read Folake's own first. Hello, honey. How was your day at work? Do you miss me? I grinned as I texted my reply: Work was fine. Sure, I miss you. Then, I read Ms. Pamela's message: Call me. I read the message again and wondered why she wanted me to call her. I shrugged.

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and called her number. "Good evening, madam," I started. "Point of correction. When you call me at a time like this, drop the madam stuff." "Okay, ma-. I mean, okay." She laughed briefly across the line. "Anyway, you'll ge used to it. How are your lover boy?" I grimaced slightly. "I'm fine. What about you?" "Can't say I'm fine. I'm thinking about you." I shook my head. This woman does not have shame, I thought. "I'm thinking about you too." "Good to hear that. Hey, why dont you come over to my place?" What? My heart started beating fast. "I stay at Maryland. That's not far from Ketu." That was true, but going to her place? Oh my God! "I'm sorry that will not be possible. Em ... I took some suya and the thing has given me running stomach. I've been stooling for the past one hour," I lied. "Oh, oh." She sounded disappoinded. "I guess by tomorrow, then. Alright, take care of yourself and good night." "Thank you and goodnight." The call was terminated. I sighed in temporary relief. Now, all the doubts about the

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