Looking back, I somewhat wished I never requested Tunde’s help on matters of the heart. However, I take solace in the fact that he saved me from plunging into a marital booby trap which Grace was determined to plunge me into.
While Tunde was my right-hand man, Grace was simply my woman at hand and heart. I met Grace at a Freshman function in the University. We had just resumed after a six-month strike. The joy and ecstasy of university matriculation pushed us all to the motion ground. After snapshots, there was a party at the university hall.
“Good morning pretty”, my 18-year- old bristling smile shone like stars.
“Good morning”, the young pretty Grace responded, extending a hand.
 We exchanged contacts and met regularly on campus. From dates to chance meetings, we never lost sight of each other. Soon, we started dating and began a life of oneness that I was so assured of. There was a calm, a lull, an emotional relaxation and connection I felt with Grace that assured me it was all Uhuru. As the relationship progressed through our 100 and 200level years, I offered her with love and gifts, sex and bliss. We were so used to each other that we started I literally put my life in her hands. She knew most of my friends. Most fatally, She knew Tunde.
Under normal circumstances, I should address Tunde as my elder friend, considering the vast age difference between us. As at the time we met, during my 100 level years, he was 28- some 10 years older than me. A law student with a knack for grammar and history, Tunde was also experienced in women matters. In fact, I learned all I did with Grace from Tunde. The k..!$$ing. The intense s..ck!ng of the n..!pp|es. The fing..$ring and intense li..ck!ng of the neth..3r regions. The forceful gag of Grace with my then v..!rqinin c..0ckk. Which was why I discussed practically every matter between Grace and I with him. So, on a particular weekend our 300 level first semester, we hung out at the university staff club over beer.
“Tunde, I have an issue ooo”
“Shoot bro”
“It’s about Grace. I want to really spend the rest of my life with this girl. But I need to be sure of her loyalty.”
The plan was hatched. Hatched, then butchered by Tunde. He explained to me. He would draw closer to Grace, ask her out on a date. Test her resolve. If she acceded to him, then she is not for me. If she didn’t and goes ahead to report to me, then she is my ideal woman. I consented to the idea, trusting the fidelity of both parties to me.

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In short , you kept your yams with a goat overnight..

Toh

Very bad of him

Some people have some certain level of control

helinues:
In short , you kept your yams with a goat overnight..

Toh

It's a fake story. When a nairaland story directs you to another blog to continue reading, just know that the story is fake.

folhenrry4flizzy:
Very bad of him

Fake story

As long as he did not rape her,she is the one that betrayed you.