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Big Aunty must be living a comfortable life. She soon came to the room and sat on the leather seat opposite me.

She studied me closely.

"Thanks for the refreshments," I said.

"You are welcome. If you don't mind, I'll like to ask some very personal questions. You may not answer if you don't want."

"Ask me any question, ma'am," I answered.

"If you must answer it at all, I want you to be sincere."

I nodded.

"The first question: how active is your sex life?"

I wasn't expecting that but I would not shy away from.

"The sex life is zero," I answered.

She clouded her face briefly. "Meaning?"

"It has been deactivated." I smiled. "For the past two years, I've been a celibate."

"Coming from a young man like you, that is difficult to believe."

“I agree, but it's the truth."

"Why did you choose that path?"

I smiled again. "Providence made and still makes me understand that sex is best between married couple only."

"Are you saying if a beautiful lady willingly offers you sex, you will decline?"

"Yes, I wil definitely decline."

She paused to consider what I had said. I could not tell whether she believed me or not.
"For how long do you want to maintain celibacy?"

My answer was prompt. "Till I marry."

"Are you asexual, homosexual, bisexual, or heterosexual?"


"Heterosexual."

She nodded. "If all your answers are true, then we have a lot in common."

"Can I ask you some questions too?"

"Why not? Go ahead."

"Aren't you planning to remarry?"

She sighed. "In truth, I've been getting suitors, but I'm not in a hurry about it. What else do I want? The houses my late husband left behind and the little business I do can support me and my children for the rest of our lives.

“I have two children schooling in U.S. and one is on scholarship. So, at this stage, what do I need a husband for?"

It was a rhetorical question, so there was no need for an answer.

"All the same, whether I will marry again or not is in the hands of God."

I totally agreed with her.

"What about your fiancee? Sharon told me you have issues with her.
Have you reconciled?"

I was surprised Sharon had talked to that extent.

"We have parted ways. She has declared she's no longer interested in the relationship."

"Sorry about that," Big Aunty offered.

"Thank you ma'am."

She briefly eyed my [quote author=kweensheba post=96196647]my refreshment.

"Kubrat will soon finish with the pepper soup she is preparing. You like catfish pepper soup, don't you?"

"It's actually my favourite."

“Good, we're on the same page on that."

There were some minutes of silence. I watched the movie on the large screen quite absentmindedly.
Kubrat came to the sitting-room. "The pepper soup is ready, ma."

Big Aunty nodded approvingly.

"Good. Serve it in the dish and put it on the dining-table."

After Kubrat had put the dish, Big Aunty turned to me.

Big Aunty nodded approvingly.
"Good. Serve it in the dish and put it on the dining-table."

After Kubrat had put the dish, Big Aunty turned to me.

"Let's go and eat."

The dining-table and the ceramic dish were exquisite. But more exquisite were the delicacies.

There was a big difference between this and the one I bought in joints and eateries. Kubrat must be a good cook. "This is really delicious," I said.

After eating to my satisfaction, I returned to the sitting-room. Big Aunty brought some albums.

She sat by side to point out some people in the pictures. I could see when she was a baby, when she was in primary school, federal government girls college and the University.

She was indeed a beauty to behold. I saw the pictures of her late husband when they were in courtship and during their wedding.

There were many other pictures including during her trips overseas.

"They are all beautiful pictures," I said.

Then, I saw the pictures of her children when they were babies and when they were growing up.

The boy obviously took after his dad while the girl took after her mum.

"The is boy is Femi while the girl bears her mother's name."

I suddenly stopped to stare at Big Aunty.

"Funny enough, I don't even know your real name."

She was defensive. "Didn't Sharon tell you?" I shook my head.

"No, she didn't."

She smiled briefly. "The name is Fransisca Aresa."

I smiled too. "Beautiful name."

She went on to show me many other pictures. I was so engrossed with her I didn't know time had gone.

When it was few minutes after eight p.m., I stood up to go. "I must really thank you for the warm reception you gave to me. It is a pleasure to be with you, madam."

"The supper will soon be ready. Won't you wait to take it?" she quickly said.

I shook my head. "I won't eat anything again today. I'm belleful as it is."

She stood up. "Give me a minute."

She left me for about five minutes. She returned with a polythene bag and handed it to me.

"There's little something for you there."

"Oh, you shouldn't have bothered. Thank you a lot. Good night, ma'am."

"Good night, Seyi."

I left the, feeling glad that I visited. On getting home, I checked the package Big Aunty had given me. In the big nylon bag were two smaller ones.

When I opened the first I saw pieces of fried chicken. In the second one were fried plaintain chips. I put a call through to thank Big Aunty.
The following, day, Monday, things went smooth in the official. On Wednesday afternoon, Big Aunty called and asked if I could come to her residence at the close of work.

"No problem, madam," I replied.

I got to her residence around six p.m.

"Hope your work is not stressful," she said like a person that really cared.

I smiled. "No, madam. I enjoyed the work. Thanks for your concern."

"Follow me. I want to show you something."

I followed through a passage to a room that she unlocked and opened. It was more of a store room.

It was more of a store room. 

There were bales of big sacks. She opened one of them and started bringing out clothes. There were shirts, t-shirts, trousers, jeans, boxers and so on - all looking new. 

"I want you to pick as many as are your size," she said. 

“That's very generous of you, madam," I said. I checked the sizes and the size tags to see which ones were my size. I had to go through many of them and it took time. 

At the end, I took five shirts, three t-shirts, two boxers and three jeans trousers.

 'Is that all?" she asked. "Are you sure your size is not among the rest?"

“These are okay for now," I answered modestly. 

She asked Kubrat to get me a large shopping bag to put them.

 "That's why I asked you to come," she said. 

I thanked her profusely for her magnanimity and left. On my way home, I kept thinking of her. Why was she so generous     to me? What was the intent of this? Did she have the mindset of sugar mummy? 

Did she not state clearly at the begining that the relationship would be platonic? You were the one having wild fantasies, another part of my mind declared. 

As if she could discern my mind, I got a Whatsapp message soon as I got home that read: Whatever I give to you is based on the dictates of my conscience. I will always maintain my dignity, morals and values. 

I had to read the message almost three times. I replied that I really appreciated her and prayed God would pay her back. The rest of the week went smoothly. 

On Saturday morning, I asked if I could come to her place.

 "You don't need to ask Seyi. You can always come around to this place," she replied.

 I wore a t-shirt, jeans trousers and sneakers. With my Versace perfum, I knew I looked and smelled good. 

I got to her residence about ten in the morning. Kubrat ushered me into the sitting-room. She went to inform the madam that I was around. 

A minute later, Kubrat came with    the message that madam said I should come. I followed Kubrat to Big Aunty's bed-room.

 It was a large room with king-size bedroom, two-seater leather chair, array of wardrobes, a large dressing table, a giant mirror and a flat screen television. 

At the extreme right of the room was a sporting stationary bike with a sport mat spread on the floor not far from the bike. 

She was on top of the bike and she paused as soon as I entered the large room. 

"Good morning, Big Aunty," I greeted.

 "Good morning, Seyi. You can sit on the seat."

 Kubrat retreated from the bed-room, closing the door gently behind her. The rhythm of my heart beat changed as I stared at Big Aunty.

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Kubrat retreated from the bed-room, closing the door gently behind her. The rhythm of my heart beat changed as I stared at Big Aunty. 

What a body to look at. How was she able to do it? According to her, she had not engaged in any intimate relationship with a man since she lost her husband about two years ago. 

How was she able to keep ravenous men off from having this bewitching body? She must be a super woman. She must be super resolute. There must be something very special about her.  

She was wearing a sky blue active sports bra, a navy blue tight shorts that started just below her navel and moved down to the middle of her thighs, and a pair of black canvass wears that covered her feet.

 I had seen many ladies in sports and yoga wears before, but this one struck me as captivating. I nodded as if in approval. 

"A good morning exercise is good for the body," I said.

 "Sure," she replied and pedalled the bike.

 She had purposely brought me there to see what she was doing. Okay. Now, I could see the outline of her boobs, which were neither big nor small but were firm - probably, courtesy of the firm, sports bra. 

I could see the tummy with slight signs of fat at the waist line. I could also see the smooth, robust thighs that tappered down to the legs. I had variously seen things like these before. I had seen ladies in skimpy wears at close range. 

I had seen ladies' nudity and looked on as if it meant nothing. Why was I captivated by this? She increased the speed and suddenly let out a moan. She She removed her legs from the pedals and put them on the floor.

 Then, she held the left leg. 

"Oh gosh!"

 I was on my feet and  I was with her. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" I asked in concern. 

"Yep."

 I held the leg and looked as if trying to determine which part. 

"The muscle of the leg." 

My hands quickly went to that part and I rubbed it. The way I did, it would soothe her if it was a muscle pull.

 "Let me get down from the bike," she said. 

"Okay." 

She put her left arm round my neck while I used my right hand to support her by holding her waist. Gently, she dismounted the bike. 

She pointed at the mat. I supported her to it and she lay down and turned on her belly. 

“Is there any ointment I can use?" 

She shook her head. I started rubbing and massaging the leg. 

Whether it was real or fake, I was glad to do this. She closed her eyes. 

After some minutes, I asked her if she felt better. 

"Yes", she replied. "I feel better. Thanks a lot." 

I stopped the massaging.

 "You can do the same to the second leg."

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I had seen ladies' nudity and looked on as if it meant nothing. Why was I captivated by this? She increased the speed and suddenly let out a moan. She She removed her legs from the pedals and put them on the floor.

 Then, she held the left leg. 

"Oh gosh!"

 I was on my feet and  I was with her. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" I asked in concern. 

"Yep."

 I held the leg and looked as if trying to determine which part. 

"The muscle of the leg." 

My hands quickly went to that part and I rubbed it. The way I did, it would soothe her if it was a muscle pull.

 "Let me get down from the bike," she said. 

"Okay." 

She put her left arm round my neck while I used my right hand to support her by holding her waist. Gently, she dismounted the bike. 

She pointed at the mat. I supported her to it and she lay down and turned on her belly. 

“Is there any ointment I can use?" 

She shook her head. I started rubbing and massaging the leg. 

Whether it was real or fake, I was glad to do this. She closed her eyes. 

After some minutes, I asked her if she felt better. 

"Yes", she replied. "I feel better. Thanks a lot." 

I stopped the massaging.

 "You can do the same to the second leg."

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Kubrat retreated from the bed-room, closing the door gently behind her. The rhythm of my heart beat changed as I stared at Big Aunty. 

What a body to look at. How was she able to do it? According to her, she had not engaged in any intimate relationship with a man since she lost her husband about two years ago. 

How was she able to keep ravenous men off from having this bewitching body? She must be a super woman. She must be super resolute. There must be something very special about her.  

She was wearing a sky blue active sports bra, a navy blue tight shorts that started just below her navel and moved down to the middle of her thighs, and a pair of black canvass wears that covered her feet.

 I had seen many ladies in sports and yoga wears before, but this one struck me as captivating. I nodded as if in approval. 

"A good morning exercise is good for the body," I said.

 "Sure," she replied and pedalled the bike.

 She had purposely brought me there to see what she was doing. Okay. Now, I could see the outline of her boobs, which were neither big nor small but were firm - probably, courtesy of the firm, sports bra. 

I could see the tummy with slight signs of fat at the waist line. I could also see the smooth, robust thighs that tappered down to the legs. I had variously seen things like these before. I had seen ladies in skimpy wears at close range. 

I had seen ladies' nudity and looked on as if it meant nothing. Why was I captivated by this? She increased the speed and suddenly let out a moan. She She removed her legs from the pedals and put them on the floor.

 Then, she held the left leg. 

"Oh gosh!"

 I was on my feet and  I was with her. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" I asked in concern. 

"Yep."

 I held the leg and looked as if trying to determine which part. 

"The muscle of the leg." 

My hands quickly went to that part and I rubbed it. The way I did, it would soothe her if it was a muscle pull.

 "Let me get down from the bike," she said. 

"Okay." 

She put her left arm round my neck while I used my right hand to support her by holding her waist. Gently, she dismounted the bike. 

She pointed at the mat. I supported her to it and she lay down and turned on her belly. 

“Is there any ointment I can use?" 

She shook her head. I started rubbing and massaging the leg. 

Whether it was real or fake, I was glad to do this. She closed her eyes. 

After some minutes, I asked her if she felt better. 

"Yes", she replied. "I feel better. Thanks a lot." 

I stopped the massaging.

 "You can do the same to the second leg."

"You can do the same to the second leg." 

I nodded and   started working on the second leg. I felt this was all contrived, but there was no problem. I was enjoying this as much as she. 

The act of rubbing and massaging the leg made her bum to jiggle when I did it fast. I was delighted to watch that. You are a bad boy, I told myself. 

After several minutes, she opened her eyes. 

"You've really done well, Seyi. Thank you."

 I smiled at her. "It's a pleasure, Madam Fransisca. You're welcome." 

She seemed quite surprised I addressed her that way. She turned to sit on the mat.

 "Are you okay, now?" I asked as I stood up. 

She lifted her two hands for me to lift her up. I did and we stood close. I was much taller. I moved back to sit where I had sat before. She walked with a slight limp to one of the wardrobes. 

"Maybe you should be careful next time," I suggested. "Don't ride too fast." 

"Advice noted," she replied. 

She opened the wardrobe and brought a bath robe out.

 "Now, I will like to have a bath."

 I stood up. "I'll be in the sitting-room."    

Even as I sat in the sitting-room, my mind was busy. I had no doubt Madam Fransisca created the scene of what happened some minutes ago. 

What would be her reason for doing that? Was she trying to enthral me or what? I picked the remote control and settled for a station showing a romantic comedy. 

A young man, probably in his early thirties was dating a woman probably in her fifties. There was just a little challege. 

The society understood them. If that should happen in Nigeria, the couple would be derided. It would be either the man used 'juju' on the woman or it was the woman that 'jazzed' the man. 

Kubrat came to meet me. "What will you like for breakfast?" she asked.

 I didn't think much. "Anything," I answered. I was left alone again. 

In the movie, the guy knelt down to propose to his older partner. My mind went back to Madam Fransisca. If my fantasies ever materialized, I would have to do something like that. 

But, my thoughts were just fantasies. If her intention was just to flirt, we would definitely  have intimate relationship, but since she had repeatedly said sex was not on her mind, it meant the relationship could not go deeper than this. 

Then, my mind faltered.

Nice one.

Then, my mind faltered. 

What if what she actually wanted was a steamy relationship? Well, time would tell. Some minutes later, she came to tell me that my breakfast was ready. It was bread, fried eggs and beverages. 

I blessed the food and started to eat. I could see Kubrat taking another tray of food inside. That must be for madam. After the meal, I returmed to the sitting-room. Kubrat came to meet me again.

 "Madam said you should come," she said. I nodded and stood up. In the bedroom, I met her having her own breakfast. 

"Come and join me," she said.

 "Thanks. I just had a breakfast." I sat again on the leather seat.

 "There are some things I want to show you, after I have eaten."

 I nodded and awaited what she wanted to do. The large televion was on. It was on the same channel where I had watched the romantic comedy.

 Had Madam Fransisca watched it too? She took her   
time in eating the meal. She had bathed and had changed into a t-shirt and a bum short. 

Now, why should she wear that when I was the house?

 Inwardly, I shrugged it off. What she wore should not be my business.

 "You've not asked me what business I am into," she started. 

“Hmn, I remember you told me you manage your late husband's estate." 

She nodded. "I also told you I have my own small business." 

It was my turn to nod.

 "Yes. What business is that?" 

She stood from the chair by the dressing table where she had sat. Then, she went to open a wardrobe. She brought a white shopping bag out and sat on the edge of the bed where she could face me. 

She opened the bag and brought out the contents.

Cool one.

She brought a white shopping bag out and sat on the edge of the bed where she could face me. 

She opened the bag and brought out the contents. 

"These are body cream, hair cream, body lotion, perfums and so on. I sell whole sale and retail cosmetics." 

I nodded again. "That should be cool business." 

She left the perfumes on the floor but returned the other items.

 "You can't use the perfums because they are women's own. But you can use all the rest." 

With the bag in   her hand, she stretched the hand towards me. 

"Take, they are yours."

 I graciously took the shopping bag from her, thanking her.

 "I have three outlets: one at Ketu Road, one at Palm Groove and one at Opebi, Ikeja. Most of the runs are done by my immediate younger. I trust him to supervise the business."

 I could only nod again. "My husband left some houses and shopping plazas which are under my care. 

“He bought this house before he died. We were staying in a duplex before, but I had to move here last year as I felt that place was too big for me alone. 

“While I use the whole of this floor, there are two tenants down stairs." 

She paused to assess my attentiveness.

 "It is interesting to hear all these, madam." I briefly looked at the bag she had given to me. Why did she keep giving me this and that?

 "In about an hour's time, I'll be going to the Ketu outlet. You can follow me there. I won't stay long."

 I nodded. "That will be a pleasure." 

I could see the way her skin glowed. Was it cosmetics that made it so?    But, looking at her, I could see that she hardly used make-up. 

Her beauty was more of natural.

 "Meanwhile, there's one little task I have for you," she said as she opened one of the drawers of the dressing table.

 She brought out what looked like a log book and opened some pages. 

"You see these figures on these pages, calculate them. On each page, write the total here." 

She showed me where to calculate and where to write the total.

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total here." 

She showed me where to calculate and where to write the total. 

"Then, at the bottom of this last page, write the grand total. Let me get you calculator and a pen." 

She opened the drawer again and brought out a calculator and a pen. 

"Have them. Please, be careful with the calculation." 

"No qualms." 

As I started the task, she left the bedroom. Within few minutes, I was through with the task, but she had not returned. 

This woman would not stop amazing me. How could she leave me alone in her bedroom for several minutes? 

A new movie was played on the television channel. I concentrated on watching it. It took another fifteen minutes before she  finally came.

 "Sorry, I took time," she said half to herself. "How far with the calculation?"

 I showed her what I had done.

 "Good. I will go through it later." 

She took the book, the calculator and the pen, and returned them inside the drawer. I noticed she had changed clothes. 

The t-shirts and the bum shorts were gone. She was now wearing another t-shirt and stretch jeans trousers. Where had she gone to change?

 She went to one of the wardrobes to bring a small hand bag.

 "Alright," she said. "It's time to go to Ketu." 

She switched off the airconditoner system and the television. Then she locked the bedroom. 

As we moved to the sitting-room, she called out to Kubrat. "Kubrat, come and lock the main entrance door. Uncle Seyi and I are going out." 

We took the stair case downstairs. There were four cars in the car park. She unlocked the Honda CRV.

 "Can you drive?" she asked. 

I answered in the affirmative.

 "Good. Come and drive." 

I took over the driving and drove out of the compound. With her directive, I drove    to Aladenola Street where the store was located. 

The place was a beehive of activities. It had a retail and wholesale sections, just as Madam Fransisca said. There were sales girls attending to customers. 

By a side was a cubicle that served as office of the manager. The sales girls greeted madam as we went to the glass office. A man was sitting behind the small desk. 

"My sister, good afternoon," he greeted as soon as we entered the cubicle. 

"David, how are you? How's everything going?" 

The man smiled. "Everything is going well."

 He stared at me.

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I considered that as a joke. "With all pleasure, Big Aunty."

 Several minutes later, we were at the Opebi outlet. It was much bigger than the first one, but it was purely whole sale. 

Once again, the person in charge of the place took madam to inspect some goods. After some time, we left the place. 

"That will be all for today. But, before we return  home, don't you think we should stop at an eatery for food?" 

"I'll stop where you want me to stop, but I don't really need food." 

“Okay, let's take ice cream or something." 

I nodded. "Alright." 

I stopped at a popular eatery. 

The hall definitely had tantalizing aroma, but I would not take food. Madam ordered for fried plantain chips and two jars of ice cream. We sat at isolated table and chatted idly. 

Now, who says this woman could not be my lover? Her phone rang. 

"Hello, Sharon," she said.

 "Good afternoon, Big Aunty. I'm around in the house o."

 I could faintly hear what Sharon was saying. 

"You have to wait a bit. I'm at Opebi right now."  

"Are you with your new P.A?" Sharon asked. 

"Yes," madam answered.

 "I hope he's doing a good job." 

Madam smiled. "Yes, he is."

 "Okay, I'm still in the house. Alright, see you." 

“We'll soon be coming back." 

Madam cut the line. "That was Sharon," she said.

 I nodded, my mind busy. Sharon just referred to me as P.A. How could she do that? To think that not long ago, madam     had introduced me as her P.A. It could not be mere coincidence that Sharon called and refered to me as P.A. too. 

There must be something to this that I did not understand.

 "How did Sharon get to know so fast that I'm your P.A?" I asked. 

Madam paused for a long time.

 "We will talk on the way home," she answered. "For now, let's enjoy our refreshment."

 We took the chips and our ice cream, but my mind remained agitated. After about ten minutes, we left with our remaing ice cream. 

Back in the car, I was quiet as I drove.

 "Yes, concerning Sharon," madam started, "She refered to you as P.A because that first day we spoke on the phone, I told her I would like you to work for me even as part-time due to your respectful and dignified tone."

 I could not believe my ears. "You mean right from day one, your intention was to make me work for you?" 

I was angry but I must control my temper. 

"But, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say from the onset that you needed me to work?" 

She did not answer me. "It is  deceptive to tell me you want friendship, whereas what you need is a P.A." 

She held me gingerly by the right elbow. Now, what did this mean? 

"I didn't deceive you," she said softly.

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"I didn't deceive you," she said softly. 

I shook my head. "If you don't call that deception, what will you call it?" 

She stared at me but I couldn't stare back as I had to concentrate on driving.

 "I did not deceive you," she repeated. "It's true I did not tell Sharon the real motive but I did not deceive you."

 "Are you still saying friendship is the motive?" 

"Yes," she answered emphatically. 

"But why didn't you tell Sharon?"

 She looked exasperated. "How could I? How could I tell her such a thing?" 

"And why not?" I demanded. 

"Come on, Seyi. A woman has to be discreet."

 I shook my head. "This thing that ought to be simple is getting complicated. How do you expect me to fully believe you?"

 I shook my head again as I angrily blared the horn of the car at an errant danfo driver.

 "Oh Lord, help me," I muttered. 

She removed her hand from my elbow."Are you angry with me?" she asked.  I was ready to be down to earth with her. 

"A little bit," I replied. 

"You had better not be."

 I glared at her briefly and she glared right back. 

"You had  better not be because you are the cause of all this."

 I was aghast. Momentarily, I lost the control of the steering wheel. It was like I had been given a whip lash on the back. Thank God it was only momentarily.  

 I had to allow some seconds to calm down. 

"How is it my fault?" I asked with gritted teeth. 

"Oh, so you're still asking! Didn't you know what you did? Didn't you know what you did to cause this?"

 I was scandalized. The car crawled to a halt as a result of the go-slow. It helped in steeling myself into calmness.

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I was scandalized. The car crawled to a halt as a result of the go-slow. It helped in steeling myself into calmness. 

"I'm sorry madam, with due respect, I don't know what you're talking about."

 "You are the cause because of what you're using on me. You must be the cause as all this is not ordinary." 

My heart was beating fast. Oh Lord, I prayed in my heart, I pray that this woman is not a psychiatric case. 

"It is not ordinary. Ever since that moment we spoke on the phone , I have not    been myself. I tried to get you out of mind to no avail. I had to discretely ask Sharon about you. I got your number. I realized I must use a factor for the reason of us coming together. 

“That was why I told her about the P.A stuff. For the past two years, since my husband died, I have never felt like this for any man. As a matter of fact, I've never felt like this before for any man in my life." 

I heaved a sigh of relief. Madam Fransisica did not have any mental issue. She was only being carried away by emotions.

 I nodded as if I understood perfectly. She was wrong, but there was no need for bickering. I had to apply wisdom. 

"I'm a Christian," I started. "I believe in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I have never used juju on anybody before and I will never do it. I have no reason to use juju on you."

 The traffic had started moving again. "I couldn't have used juju on you that first time we talked on the phone. Remember it was Sharon's number I called. There was no way could I have known or even    suspected that you would be the one to pick the call." 

We were now in Ketu. 

“There's solution to this problem. The solution is prayer. But let me tell you this. The way you feel about me is the way I feel about you." 

She looked at me sharply. "Really?"

 I nodded. "Really. I have this attraction I can not really describe for you." 

She shook her head. "No, no, no, Seyi. Don't even go there." 

Some moments passed.

 "It is a fact I can not run away from. I know the feeling I have for you, strange as it could be." 

There was a long silence. 

"And what feeling is that?" The car was now at the gate of her residence. I blared the horn to attract Bashir's attention. 

He threw the gate open and I drove in. After I had switched off the engine, we remained in the car. 

"I asked you a question," she reminded me. 

I nodded. "Yes, and I will answer it. I love you." 

She stared at me for a long time. "I know it," she said. "I really know it. When a young man tells a lady he loves her, what he wants is sex. That is what you want, right? Seyi, so you want to have sex with me?" I shook my head. 

"But that is what you want. No wonder you have been eyeing me somehow since morning. Ko le werk."

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"But that is what you want. No wonder you have been eyeing me somehow since morning. Ko le werk." 

I chuckled. "I'm not talking about sex. If other guys see love as sex, I don't. I'm talking about real love, something that will culminate in marriage." 

She looked at me sharply again. "Listen, young man. There are many things you're overlooking. How old are you?" 

"Twenty-eight," I answered. 

"Hmn, last May, I celebrated 45th birthday. I have two grown up kids in their late teens. Look at the gap between us - seventeen years! 

“If I had got pregnant at seventeen, I would have birthed someone of your age. The two of us actually need prayers. We need to pray that the spirit of lusts should be cast out of our lives." 

 I remained silent.

 "Whatever I might have said or done that offended you, I'm sorry," she said. "Forgive me. Now, let's go inside." 

We came out of the car. I locked it and handed the keys to her. Silently, we moved up the stairs to her   flat. Kubrat opened the door for us while Sharon rushed at Madam Fransisca. 

“Hello, Big Aunty. You're sexy and gorgeous as usual," Sharon said.

 "Thank you, Sharon. You're very beautiful as ever." 

Sharon smiled radiantly. "Thanks, Big Aunty." 

"Good evening, Sharon," I greeted. 

"Good evening Big Aunty's able P.A. I hope Big Aunty is not stressing you on this job." 

I managed a grin. "Not at all. On the contrary, it is all pleasure." 

Madam called Kubrat, gave Kubrat her handbag and the key to the bedroom. "Take this to the bedroom. You'll see a white shopping bag that has some hair cream and other things. Bring it. It is for him."

 Big Aunty and Sharon chatted excitedly while I sat quietly. 

Moments after Kubrat handed the shopping bag to me, I stood up. "Thank you so much, madam. I'll like to leave now."

 The two ladies expressed surprise.

 "Won't you wait to have evening meal?" Madam asked. 

I shook my head. "Thank you madam, but I'm okay. I don't need any food today again. Good night, ma'am. Good night,   Sharon."

 "Goodnight, Seyi," madam returned. 

I left the house.

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