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[quote author=tshegs19][/quote]hmmm. Are u making jest of me?

Frankenstein: Haar! Remember she's just a character; why take it personally?

Lolz, am a lady na eh

9c story. Plz come n update oh

After 3 kids

Am waiting nw nw oh

Badt boi lekins, abeg come n update oh

Idiet bisi, stewpid gal. Wen u marry, ur wish 4 dat family shall be urz in Jesus name. Amen

You've learnt your lessons now

Am waiting sha oh

Calismart: pls can u translate it for me.i dont understand yoruba

She's light, as gap in btw her upper teeth and she get barca n chelsea n dats figure 8

Lolz

Ehya. Thats attempted murder

Omo to pupa toleji to ni barca to tun ni chelsea. Thats so nice na

Lolz, Love Love Love. Rose oh toyosi will beat the hell out of you

Ohibenemma: Abi? I'll seriously consider that next time...
Aside I be done dey wonder O...as nobody gree comment since yesterday. Was contemplating stopping the story...

Plz dont stop it joor oh

Welcome back dear. But u suppose to take bible to church na

Lolz its ntn prince Adepoju. If there's love then . . . . . . .

Calismart: I'm here dear.kip it coming

K, tanx

But the woman persisted, pencil in hand. ' I'll write all our answers down,' she said, like a games captain at school, then, as if she were choosing her team, she pointed at her comrade in dungarees: ' You first.' 'I hate my ankles swelling, but i love wandering round Mothercare, looking at all the little vests and things.' ' They're so tiny, aren't they?' Ginger and Alison exchanged glances. Far from easing things, Alison mused, the exercise had instantly divided the women into two pairs, them and us. The games captain solemnly noted 'vests', then, with barely hostility, she stared at Ginger. In the hall, the doorbell rang again, and they could hear Judith tapping down the corridor to answer it. ' Oh, all right then, if i must,' Ginger said loudly, ' well, i hate having - what's the polite word? Haemorrhoids . . . .and actually,' she went on, ' the only thing i like is the fact that i'm going to have a baby. Well, sometimes i like it, the rest of the time it scares the shit out of me, or it would do if it weren't for the haemorr-!' Alison felt nervous giggle she was trying to suppress turn to acid bile in her throat. The heat and the almos palpable confrontation in the air were making her feel nauseous. A stunningly attractive woman walked into the room. She was wearing a green sundress which seemed to float on the transient breeze created by the opening shutting of doors. Her face was fresh and lightly tanned, her long wavy hair held back by a pair of Lolita sunglasses with white plastic frames. She was like a Pre- Raphaelite vision of Summer, with her meadowy dress and the mist of light fragrance that seemed to waft in with her. ' Hello,' she said, ' I'm Lia.' ' You?' The games captain was pointing at Alison with her pencil. Alison tried to remember what she was being asked. Something about what she liked and what she didnt like. She was going to have a baby. Suddenly she felt very, very sick. What she liked. Baby. Baby. The words whirred round in her head. Baby. She mus t say what she liked about it. The room swam out of her reach and back. Baby. She could hear a man's voice, a soft North Country accent, talking pleasantly to Judith in the hall. It was like an echo in her head. She looked towards the door, just able to make out his profile. Then he turned and walked into the room, smiling. Baby. Baby. What she liked and what she didn't. Baby. She struggled to maintain her composure, but it was too late, she was going to faint. The last thing she saw before nausea and dizziness overwhelmed her, was the man's smile vanishing as the room misted over, then disappeared.

Common sense is not common nw

Are u back?

Richard z nt d father of that baby n stella z deeply in love with her boss

Mr Anthony thats not fair oh

Madt toyosi

Am waiting oh

Judith got up and went to answer the door. ' Shit, i'm so sorry i'm late!' the new arrival seemed to tumble into the room. If she hadn't been pregnant she would have looked like a child herself. She slipped a small black patent rucksack off her shoulders and sank gratefully into the last available armchair. 'Mums on floor,' judith waggled a finger at her, 'for baby's position.' ' Sod that,' said the girl, ' I've given up alcohol and brie, but i'm buggered if this little sod is going to get me sitting on the floor.' ' Could make labour more painful,' judith warned. ' Not with all the drugs i plan to take.' Laughing, the girl looked round the room. Alison smiled at her, instantly warming to her irreverence. ' And you are?' judith asked. ' Ginger, short for Virginia, ironically,' said the girl, pushing a hand through her short peroxide crop. ' Baby due?' ' Yes. . . . . Oh, in August.' ' And your partner's coming separately?' ' Dont they always?' Ginger said, her bright blue eyes flicking from lap to lap registering with dismay that the others were wearing wedding rings. ' Oh, you meant . . . . No, i'm doing this on my own, actually. My twin says she'll breathe with me during labour. Perhaps i ought to have brought her along? She added, belatedly making a concession to conformity. It was clear that Judith had no training in dealing with single mothers with attitude. If a stare could have moved the newcomer's bottom from her seat, she would have hit the floor at high speed, but Ginger stared back defiantly, and stayed put. ' Yes, well,' judith said, ' we were just introducing ourselves.' She looked at the remaining two couples who gave their names meekly and said that their babies were due in September and October. Judith nodded, grateful for no frills approach, then she started handing out pencils and scraps of paper. ' Now, i've got a little exercise, just to warm things up, not that we really need it any warmer!' she paused to underline the weak humour. ' Divide into mum's and dads and then write down what you like about being pregnant, and what you don't like about it. And for the dads,' she smiled at the men, ' write down what you like about your wife being pregnant, and what you dont like. I'll just go and get another jug of water.' As soon as she left the room, Ginger said, in her loud voice, ' Well, one of the things i absolutely hate about this business is the way people treat you as if you're a child. I mean games, for God's sake and those ghastly dungarees that look just like a huge version of what toddler's wear . . . .er-' She stopped as she noticed for the first time that the other two women were wearing maternity dungarees. ' Well, you obviously dont need to pee as much as i do,' she added quickly. ' All the clothes are horrible, aren't they?' Alison contributed, eager to rescue someone she had immediately sensed was a kindred spirit. The two women in dungarees eyed her black suit disbelievingly. This is the one smart thing i could find after trailing up and down Bond street for a day, Alison wanted to explain, and it's costing me a fortune in dry-cleaning bills. But she said nothing. ' Well, shall we start writing things down?' one of them suggested. ' Ugh,' Ginger flopped back into her armchair. ' Do we really have to? I mean, what's to like? I pee when i laugh for Christ's sake!' ' Quite,' Alison agreed.

Am following u dear

Lolz. Dear daisy am following you like mapamikuomoyi

Hmmmm, nice work dear