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kingphilip: you r spot on just continue n don't look at the comments yet they'll come in torrents with time

great piece

Ok sir, tanx

So she's a mammy water, she needs serious deliverance

Coveteousness wanna kill you but thank God sha. If not for the intervention of God, ehn?

Ormorlehwah: Hmmmmmm....... THE ONE I LOVE, Eh yah tokyo love. I go lovvvvvvvve ooooooo

Lolz

That Terry must be very stupid. He must be charged to court, he's attempting to snatch another man's wife

The one i love, my first love disappointed me, guys sha * Sad mood * Baby i still love you oh, i want u to cm back to me plz

Ehya

Mehn

Whao! Dis love sha

'OK, I'll see him on my way out,' Alison said and replaced the receiver with a long sigh. 'What's up?' asked Ramona. ' Someone in reception for me. It's probably this photographer who's been plaguing me to look at his portfolio. The last time he rang he said his work makes food look like sex - as if that was going to turn me on . . . . . .' 'Oh, not that food and sex thing again.' Ramona raised her eyes to the ceiling. 'Where's he been? Doesn't he know it's almost impossible to find a food page that doesn't look like sex these days?' 'I'm not sure i could face food photos that look like food at the moment,' Alison commented dryly. ' sneak out the back way,' Ramona suggested. 'No, i might as well get it over with. I dont want him turning up again tomorrow.' She look at her wristwatch. 'Anyway, i can only give five minutes. I've got the excuse of my class.' 'You don't actually need a real excuse you know,' Ramona said, 'you could always invent one.' 'Yes, but i'm never very convincing when i lie. I'll see you tomorrow.' 'Good luck at the class,' said Ramona, adding, ' they'll tell you that all you need to do is breathe, but a word of advice - Pethidine. Mmm, the thought of it almost makes me want to have another baby!' Alison blew Ramona a kiss across the desk and heaved her soft leather bag on to her shoulder. In the lift, she prepared a short getaway speech for the photographer, and, as the doors opened, composed her face into a business- like frown, which dissolved instantly as she saw who her visitor actually was. 'Stephen!' she laughed with relief. Her husband spun round and smiled at her. Even after five years of knowing him, his smile still had capacity to surprise her. It transformed his serious, almost severe, expression into one that promised spontaneity, intimacy, and lifted her with an exhilarating buzz of pride and desise. 'Anything interesting?' She asked wryly, walking towards him and nodding at the staff noticeboard he was reading. Stephen was simply incapable of doing nothing. He preferred to study a memo from the personnel department about her company's new policy on luncheon vouchers than to sit in one of the low armchairs, as anyone else would, making small talk with the receptionist. ' A cost- cutting exercise neatly disguised as a bonus,' he pronounced as they wandered towards the revolving door. ' Unheard of in your workplace, of course,' Alison teased. 'Oh, for us, it's closure of another emergency bed dressed up as an efficiency measure, rather than a reduction in the general sandwich level. . . . . ' There was always an edge to Stephen's humour. She admired his intelligence, and yet sometimes she wished he would just lighten up. 'What a nice surprise, you coming to meet me,' she said, trying to hold on to the feeling of delight she had experienced at seeing him a moment earlier.

sommyqueen: U re good dear. Guess tricia is crippled

You are right

kingphilip: I'm here let the ride begin

Tanx sir

It was the hottest summer for almost twenty years. The tinted windows of her sixth floor office made the sky a deep, cool blue. Alison gazed out, watching an invisible aeroplane's vapour trail cut a white gash through the pure, even colour. The air inside the building was thin and chill, almost alpine. It was difficult to believe that outside the pavements burned like coals. There was no let-up from the heat, even when dusk fell. The concrete city was a giant storage heater, absorbing the sun and radiating it out again. Alison tried to imagine the wall of hot, thick air that would hit her the moment the revolving door downstairs twirled her from fridge to oven, but she could not. It was safe up here, sealed in a cold, glass-sided box, protected from the noise of traffic, the smog of exhaust, the elemental ferocity of the sun. The office was like a calm haven, where she knew what she was doing, and the world outside suddenly seemed a terrifying realm of uncertainty. For a moment, she wished she could stay for ever just as she was, sitting at her desk, in the cool air, suspended in the sky, insulated from real life. Alison looked back at her screen. All she needed to do was give the article a title and then her work would be over for four whole months. She was going to come in the next day, but only to tidy up and leave some instructions for her replacement. 'All Things Nice', how does that sound, Ramona?'. She spoke across her desk to the fashion editor. 'Its an article about spices. . . . . all right, i know it's weak, come on, my brain's scrambled, help me out.' ' The wages of Cinnamon'? Ramona offered, demonstrating her origins as a sub: ' Cumin Feel The Nose'?. Alison laughed. 'Thats worse than my worst effort, "Amazing Mace".' ' " Fennel Old World"?' Fennel's not a spice, is it? Alison said with a worried look, because if it is, this comprehensive guide is going to be slightly less than comprehensive. . . . 'How about " Spices: Aniseed to Zafferano"?' 'Perfect.' As Alison struck the key that sent the copy to the subs with a determined flourish, her phone buzzed. 'There's a man waiting down here for you,' the receptionist announced wearily.

Chapter 1 JULY

Talkie nw ah. Gosh! Ohohoh

Ohibenemma: I don't; tell me.

Guess joor

Jst cm n update, am waiting sha

Ohibenemma: Lolzzzz, let's laugh together...

Lolzzzz, let's laugh together...

Do u knw why we are laffin?

9c 1. Bt dis Amy of a thing, ehn? Lemme reserve our comment

Lolz. Oya, carry go

Lolz

Av even read it on facebook gan self

Yes ma, dats where we stopped and dats wat av been waiting 4 ma

Oya oya aunty iyanu z waiting o

The doctor n nurses will make a mistake in the carrying out of the test but later sha, they will marry. And Feyi too hmmmmm lets wait n see saw

Bros, plz we are waiting nw. Come b4 i faint n vex o

Am crying here bayii oh

Oya, gist me oh