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SeyiDominion:
But ..."

"No but! I've already called your mother to inform her and she's on her way. The least you will get is a week suspension. One week! Now go and wait for her in the Secretary office."

So, that was it. Mr. Johnson had seen the video Bobby sent to Helen. That explained why he could not reach her.

That also explained why she had not come to school. Now, the Principal had sent for her mother. How Bobby wished he had sent for his father instead.

He could envisage how his mother would react.

He was right. About twenty minutes later when she came and was shown the video, she was in anguish.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed. "Robert, how could you do this shameful thing?"

"It's because of the regard I have for you, madam," Mr. Johnson pontificated. "If not I will expell him. Now, he's suspended for a week."

Mrs. Alashe could not watch most of the video. She said it was too disgusting.

"You see your life, Robert?" she said sadly. "How could you do this kind of disgraceful thing?" He had to follow her back home in her car. Even as she drove, she told her son he was a sure candidate for hell with his behavior.

He barely listened. She had said that before
He was only thinking of how Helen could be so careless to allow her father see the video he sent to her.

"Now, give me your phone," his mother's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Your phone," she said firmly. "I'm taking the phone from you for now."

"But ..."

"But what? Give me the phone or I will give you a slap."

Grudgingly, he handed the phone to her. That was the biggest punishment, he reasoned.It was better he was suspended even for a month than for him to be without phone.

On getting home, his mother went to his room to seize all his other communication gadgets. His i-pad, tablet, laptop and spare phone were all taken away.

"The room will be a prison!" He complained bitterly.
"Let it be. That is the price for your waywardness."

Later in the evening, when his father returned from his office, his mother told him all that had happened.

"I've been saying it over and over again that we need to take Robert for deliverance. He needs deliverance!"

That was the very aspect his father did not want to hear.

"So, he's suspended for a week?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Alright. Let him serve his sentence." He made it sound as if it was a prison term.




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UltimateSpice:
The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms.

We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted.

We could also branch outside of Manhattan, such as going to the Hamptons. Helen also let me know that I had the option of moving into Tayo Robinson's old place.

But the idea of living in the house of a father I never knew quietly creeped me out. I might want to visit it before everything got packed up, but I couldn't live there.

I finally got a break to just zone out in front of the television while Helen made a series of phone calls. We would be house hunting tomorrow.

As it turned out, I completely ignored the program I was watching and instead thought about just which big screen High Definition flat screen I wanted to get.

Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out.

A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly. However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree.

True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings.

Helen and I walked over every inch of my (now) seemingly very small place. No item was left un-cataloged to ensure it got routed into its proper box and then destination for later. Now I'm not a short guy by any means; but Helen was just as tall as I was. If I had let her keep her heels on, the blonde would be towering over me.

And as we continued around the place she eventually removed the black business jacket. My eyes bugged out for a moment once I realized that this girl was absolutely STACKED, her large breasts actually having to be held down by a full bra inside her blouse and making her appear extremely top-heavy over a thin waist.

I wondered, and not for the first time, how Miss Cooper ended up a personal assistant instead of a lingerie model or some other career equally appreciative of her beauty. Or maybe this particular agency was the kind of business I would want to do a lot more business with.

Still, despite her physical attributes, Helen was nothing but professional and didn't flirt with me in the slightest, despite several comments on my part.

By mid-day, once again I would be having my lunch brought to me. A part of me liked the convenience, but I was still sick of eating at home. This time, at my insistence, we ordered pizza. I'd had enough of pretentious lawyer and investment banker food.

As the smell of pepperoni hit her nostrils, I got the first genuine smile in hours out of Helen's professional demeanor.

"I probably shouldn't," she wondered, looking at the oil bubbling on top of melted cheese. In the endshe compromised, dabbing at the pizza with a napkin to soak up as much grease as possible before joining me. I'd already finished two slices by that point.

We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Helen waved me off. "It's my job, remember?"

So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?"





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Saturn101:
I just grinned the slightly-guilty-but-more-proud-of-my-studliness grin. I staggered over to the seat and flopped down. Bisola was already handing me a beer.

"What movie are we watching?" I asked.

"Who cares?" Beauty said as she leaned back against my chest and pulled my arm around her. "Long as I get to stay just like this for a good couple of hours."

Bisola settled onto my other side, propping her feet up onto the coffee table and wrapping my other arm around her. "Sounds great."

And the three of us settled in for a nice evening.

There wasn't much time left, but I made it a point to spend every evening with my sister and Beauty. Priscilla said she understood, even if on a few nights I didn't return to her place to sleep.

And then all too quickly, it was time for the graduation ceremony.

I stayed in the crowd with the various family members. Beauty' parents looked particularly happy to see me again.

And during the diploma ceremony I yelled at the top of my lungs for Bisola and all of her friends that I knew: Beauty, Binta, Leslie, Carmita, etc.

Afterwards, the girls were mingling about, looking cute in their caps and gowns. But in the middle of one conversation, Binta pulled me off to the side.

"I will miss you, Bright. I know we haven't seen much of each other this past quarter, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten you."

"I'll miss you too, Binta. There's no way I could ever forget my 21st birthday."

The statuesque dark lady blushed and then pulled me into a hug. "Promise me you will watch out for Beauty and your sister. I am worried about them."

I pulled back and looked into Binta's hazel eyes, which were wary. "Worried? Why?"

"Maybe you haven't seen it, spending so much time with your new girlfriend. But I am concerned for their relationship. Beauty, especially, is going through a very tough time with her emotions. I think she is questioning her sexuality. Bisola, too, to some degree."

"What do you mean?"

Binta looked thoughtful for a second, putting together her explanation. "Here is what I know. I have a few gay friends. You know how I'm certain that they are gay? Because when they see me naked, they don't feel anything. When they see a man and a woman having sex, they don't really get aroused. Same for my lesbian friends."

I nodded, everything making sense at least on an intellectual level.

Binta then took on her concerned face. "But your sister and Beauty? When they see you naked, they get Hot. When they see you banging, they get hotter and wetter. Sure, they turn away every guy who ever approaches them, but I don't think they are really lesbians.

At the very least, they are bisexual, even if they don't practice it with men. But rather than considering this, Beauty has been very firm in asserting that she does not want a man. But it's all words, not in the way she reacts instinctively."






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