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Episode 5

Written by: Frank The Writer

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~Theresa's POV ~

“Oh! My God. Hi Frank! We are your fans!” Said one of the girls who was nervous. She was literally shaking. I guess she must be a teenager. Both were on trousers and crop tops, even in the cold weather.

“Hey! How’s it going?” He gave them a quick hug to each of them.
It was a new side of him I didn’t know.

“Can we take a selfie with you?” she asked, taking her phone out with shaky hands.

“Sure!” Frank politely accepted, posing between them.

The girl took the snap and took a step back, staring at her phone.

“Thank you so much. You are so humble.” The girl said holding her friend.
“It’s okay. You guys should take care.” He bid them goodbye and hopped on the driver’s seat, closing the door.

When he ignited the car, I was already eating the ice cream. I was so hungry. My mind was still by the scene that just happened in front of me.

“How come you never told me this part of you.”
“What part of me? He glanced at me, he seemed surprised.
“Are you this popular or what?” I took another spoon from the ice cream. He laughed. “I'm not popular like you think.”
“So how come they recognize you but you barely know them?” I took another spoon to my mouth, looking at him while he drove.

He tried to say something but nothing came out of his mouth.
“So you actually want to finish the ice cream?” He said and I chuckled. I felt bad for not sharing work with him.

“Um, do you want some?”

He glanced at me with a smirk on his lips. He just nodded and took the cup from me, taking a full spoon to his mouth.
“You know…” He said after a couple of bites. “We didn’t greet each other today. Not even a small hug.”

I took a moment and realize he was right; it made me giggle. I was too nervous and too focused on the fact that we were in the same place that I forgot to do so.
He did say hi to me but nothing else, not even a handshake. I took the ice cream from him and another spoonful.

“You are right.” I chuckled, placing the spoon on the cap.
“Hi, Frank,” I said, laughing.
“Hi Theresa,” he laughed and turned to look at me.
“Long time no see.” He continued.

I said the same thing and giggled, looking at him. His sexy eyes looking back at me. It made my heartbeat accelerate but I managed to stay calm.

“So should we hug now?” He asked, opening his arms but I went back to my ice cream.

“I’ll think about it first,” I said, hiding my laugh.
He slowly moved his arms down.
“Huh!” he huffed, surprised, returning to his driving.
“Alright, no problem. That didn’t hurt me.”

“Good. You can claim your hug later.” I said hiding a giggle, moving the spoon to my mouth.
“My heart is not broken,” he said in a funny voice, acting hurt, which meant the opposite of what he just said. “My weak fragile heart,” he added.

“Want some ice cream to heal your pain?” I said jokingly, moving the spoon to his mouth.
He glanced at me with an eyebrow up, but then frowned with a pout on his mouth and shook his head. He looked very cute doing that.

“Okay. More for me.” I said with a winning smile, sitting back in my seat.
I finished the ice cream and placed the empty pint in the plastic bag, taking the water bottle with me. I drank a few sips to make the taste of the ice cream go away.

My eyes were on the road and I could see we were already out of Lagos State. The signposts and posters we drove past had Ogun State written on them. There were open fields and fewer buildings on both sides of the road as he drove.
The sky was turning a bit darker, just making me realize we have a long road ahead.

Frank had been silent, his eyes never leaving the road. I turned to look at him while he looked away. I was completely overwhelmed by being there with him and this still doesn’t feel real.

To erase some of the silence I decided to turn the radio on. I instantly regretted it because the volume was too loud, a hard rock song playing through the speakers, making me flinch in my spot.

“Oh! Damn!” I pressed a lot of buttons trying to lower the noise but I only made it worse.
“Wow! Here.” He finally pressed the mute button and then lowered the volume with the right key.

“It’s okay.”
“I just wanted to listen to some music— not that noise,” I said changing the radio station.

“Ah! That noise was my band.” He said awkwardly, smirking at me.
“Oh! My God.” I hid my face in my hands. I didn’t mean to call it noise. I’m…I'm so sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, that was a demo that didn’t make it to the album.” He explained to me. It wasn’t good enough, he added.
“Still, I should watch my words. Oh! God. I’m sorry.”

“You are quite a character, Terry,” He chuckled, moving his hand to the panel and changing the station. “Oh, this station is my favorite.” He said.
Instantly a piece of classical music started filling the space. A set of instruments played a thrilling beat.

“You really like this music. Don’t you?” I smiled at him, looking at him.
“I do. It relaxes me.” He said moving a hand back on his hair. His long locks kept falling over his face and he always push them back.

“Here, use this.” I took his sunglasses and place them over his hair, using it as a headband. “Better.”
“Wow, thanks.” He smiled, checking himself on the rear-view mirror.
“You look better with your hair pushed back,” I said in a low voice, loud enough for him to hear.

He suddenly glanced at me with his eyebrows up. “Are you flirting with me, Terry?”
“What? No! I’m not!” I opened my mouth, or was I?
“Well, I was only kidding. Thank you.” He smirked at me, turning his eyes back on the road. I kept silent for about a minute. I breathe deeply trying to compose myself. I turned into a wave of nerves when I was around him. And the worse thing is that I liked it. No one else made me feel that way.

After some minutes, there was a commercial break on the radio, someone speaking was promoting a play in theaters. I moved my hand to the panel and changed it to the next station. A song from The Weekend was playing and instantly I recognized it. I love this song.

“Wow! Turn it up,” Frank said and I did. I turned it up.

“And I know she’ll be the death for me at last…” He sang.
“The worst is yet to come,” I completed the lyrics for him.

He moved his eyebrows up at the sound of my voice.

“All the misery was necessary when we were deep in love.” He sang with spirit, feeling the song all the way.

“Yes I know, and I know.” I closed my eyes as we approached a bridge.
“She told me don’t worry about it,” she told me don’t worry about it. We both sang loudly, turning to look at each other.

“Woow!” Frank screamed in a high pitch, just like The Weekend does. He had such a nice pitch.

We finished the song and started dancing. I danced, moving my hair from side to side and laughing at Frank who was trying to dance as he drove. I moved my shoulder up and down and he tried to do the same but he failed terribly, making me chuckle louder. When the song ended, I felt the tension in the car as it went down. It totally helped us.

“That was good,” Frank said with a smirk on his lips. “You have a great voice.” He added.
“Aha, you kidding me right,” I looked at him, putting my hair in a ponytail.
“You are the singer here and a pretty good one.”

“Super story. Now, let's see if I can make you sing again.” He took the aux cord and took his phone out. It made me nervous to see him maneuver with the phone in his hands but he seemed like he could take care of it.

“You can try,” I said, giving up.

“Sure. I will.” He finally pressed play, Freddie Mercury's songs came through with a piano that followed.

Even if you are not in the mood, you’d definitely sing the song.
“You know what you are doing,” I said, getting ready to sing the song with all I have inside.

And so we did. We sang 'We Are The Champions Together' being loud and careless, even letting our voices break at the high notes.

For the first time in the short time we have been driving, I felt like the way we were back in the radio station.

Suddenly, we looked up at the same time, and guess what?. A big lorry was right before us. It seemed like the Lorry failed brake or something. I screamed! Frank turned and turned the wheel.


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Episode 4

Written by: Frank The Writer

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~ Theresa's POV ~

Silence stood between Frank and I as he drove through the streets of Lagos. That gave me time to inspect the space around me. The car looked nice and smelled like a new one. The cream leather seats looked almost untouched which made me wonder how many times he had driven the car.

While he drove, I couldn’t help but check the view outside. I haven’t really had the chance to explore Lagos yet — at least not fully. The first week I arrived was the only time I had time to visit a relative who lived in Mushin. It wasn’t enough to say I have visited places in Lagos.

The street was full of people and there was a bit of a traffic jam. It was around 10 am.
He stopped at a red light and I heard his hand full of rings slide along the wheel. I felt his eyes on me which made me blush slightly but I still kept my eyes focused outside.

“You have changed.” He finally said, breaking the silence in the car. It took my attention, so I slowly turn to look at him, a shy smile on my face.
“How?” I asked, placing a flick of my hair that was covering my face behind my ear.

“Well, you look different, in a good way.” He moved his hands to where mine was, placing my hair behind my ear for me.
“You look serene, happy.”
“Thank you,” I said shyly, biting my bottom lip.

He dropped his hand to my shoulder, moving his fingers there.

“Your hair looks different. It’s lighter and it suits you.” The traffic light turned green, so he drove past.

I blushed slightly at his words, taking a look at him. “Your hair is different too. Even though it’s difficult to tell because of the cap.”
“It's shorter, right?”
“Yeah, I cut it reverently.” Frank Shook his hair with his hand but it didn’t let him do it properly.

“Are you trying to hide from someone?” I chuckled moving my eyes front. “The cap and the sunglasses seemed like you are trying to hide.”
“Well, not really.” He laughed and took off the cap and threw it at me. He ruffled his hair and pushed it back. “Better?”

I looked at him once again, a smile forming on my lips. He does look better without it; you could see his face better.

“Yea, you look better now,” I simply said, taking his cap in my hands.
“Why are you trying to hide?”
“Well, I don’t want to bring much attention.” He held on tight to the wheel. “Especially not when I’m about to be on the highway for hours,” he added.

Then the car went in silence again. It was weird to be quiet around him when the conversation seemed to flow naturally last time. Not like there wasn’t a topic, it was just that for some reason, we were nervous around each other and I didn’t understand why. I decided not to give much thought to it, letting my mind go somewhere else.

Suddenly my stomach grumbled. I put my hand over it hoping it wasn’t loud enough. All of the nervousness made me forget I didn’t take breakfast. I was hungry. I took a look around the car but I didn’t find any sign of food or snacks.

“Do you have any food in here?” I turned my head to the backseat but there was nothing there either.
“No,” he responded, glancing at me. “Are you hungry?’
“What kind of trip is this if there are no snacks?” I looked at him holding a giggle. “We have to get some food,” I added.

“It does sound like a good idea.” He gave me a smile turning the wheel.
“There’s a filling station a few meters from here. We can stop there.”
“Alright, no qualms.”

In less than five minutes, he parked at the filling station. It looked like we were out of Lagos State already, so I asked him and he said: “We are in between Lagos and Ogun State.”

I unbuckled my seat and got down of the car, and opened the back seat to grab my purse from my other bag, and also my phone. I forgot it earlier.

“We need to hurry up,” Frank said, standing beside me. He looked down at my hand. “You should leave that here I’m paying.”
“Oh, no, we are not having this conversation.” I shut the back door.
“But I invited you. You don’t have to pay for anything.” He said while following me inside the shop.

I walked straight to the snacks area and grabbed a bag of chips and two packets of something that looked like cake. He held a medium size bread and a can of alcoholic drink. He then followed me to the end of the aisle.

“You are underestimating my appetite, Frank.” I chuckled, grabbing a shortbread. “I eat a lot, I’m not letting you pay for everything.”
“Let me help you with that.” He grabbed a basket and puts everything in my hands inside.
“So what about.. if we pay half each.” He suggested.
“That sounds cool," I said, walking back to where the drinks were.

He stood beside me checking the drinks with me. I saw different brands of soft drinks but couldn’t grab anything yet. I could feel his eye on me as I moved, it made my cheeks rise. I can’t tell why but I liked the feeling. I didn’t feel that nervous around him then, maybe because we were in public. Being around food also helped.

I stopped walking and finally grabbed two bottles of water. I didn’t feel like drinking soft drinks because of the side effect on menstrual cycle. When I turned around, I found Frank a few steps away from me with a bottle of wine in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked while placing the water inside the basket he was holding.

“You like wine. Don’t you?” He asked, placing the bottle inside.
“Yes, I do,” I said with a shy smile. “Wine is never a bad choice. I think we are missing something.”
“What's that?” He asked, standing right in front of me, looking at me through his sunglasses.

I didn’t respond right away. I looked up at him seeing myself in the reflection of his glasses. I remembered his beautiful and sexy eyes but the glasses didn’t let me see them. So I slowly move my hand and took the glasses off. He allowed me, moving his lips to a side forming a half smile. I could feel my heart beating fast in my chest.

And there they were, those sexy eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek at the sight. He really made my knees weak.

“Cho—chocolate,” I finally said, putting the glasses in the pocket of his flannel. “I need chocolates.”

“Okay. Let’s get you some then,” he smiled at me, letting me pass first.

I walked past him to the cashier where all the candies were. I took a bunch of different chocolates and threw them on the counter. Frank placed the basket on it and emptied it. The cashier looked at us with a strange look and I had to hold my laugh at his expression. It was a lot of junk food.

“Can you get one Fan milk ice cream for me?” He said to me with a smile. “Chocolate and milk flavor.”
“Okay,” I said, walking to the fridge and taking the first flavor I found.

Walking back, I found Frank handing his Atm card to the cashier. I walked fast enough to reach him but it was too late.

“Nooo!” I dropped the ice cream at the counter but the cashier was already sliding the card into the machine.
“But we agreed on paying half each.”
“You were taking too long.” He looked at me biting his bottom lips. This fo*l, he totally played me with that ‘fan milk' thing.
“C’mon, it’s no big deal.”
“It is!”

I grabbed a bag and started packing everything, rolling my eyes at him. I wasn’t really mad at him. I just don’t like when people pay for everything.

“Now, you’re not going to touch the ice cream as a penalty.”
“No qualms. If that will make you happy.” He smiled.

He took the bag and we walked to the car. “After you my lady,” he opened the front door for me. He then placed the bag in the back seat, giving me time to round the car and hop in. Just when I was about to sit, I noticed two girls approaching our direction. Frank noticed them too and turned to see what they were up to. The girls were smiling.

“That’s Frank. He’s the one,” I heard one of them say.
I turned at him and he had an expression I couldn't explain.

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Episode 3

Written by: Frank The Writer

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~ Theresa's POV ~

After finishing our call yesterday, I had to sit in the sand at the shore for some minutes to let everything sink in. I couldn’t believe Frank finally called after months of not knowing anything about him. I thought he didn’t remember me again. I had accepted to go to Asaba with him. Our Passing Out Parade would be on Monday while we would go on the trip that week Thursday. I was literally free to go with him.

Why did I accept? I don’t know. The memories of my first meeting with him were enough to give it a try. I’m probably crazy for accepting but this will be my last trip in a while.

Saying goodbye to my amazing friends at the beach was hard but we sure bid each other. I told them about my trip to Asaba with Frank.
Michael supported my idea and he said I should just be careful to avoid stories that touch the heart. I asked if he could at least follow me to where Frank asked me to meet up with him before we leave for Asaba. Michael obliged and told me to inform him once I’m ready.

Monday was the day we had long anticipated to come. It was the day we officially received our certificate for having served Nigeria for one year. Memories were made and pictures were taken. Joy in the air and sadness somewhere around the air, too.

For some of us, we barely knew what the future holds for us, and for some, another journey of life began. I had a good time with a few of my colleagues and the lovely friends I made during this period of one year. Micheal, Ruth, Justin, Fred, and I took some shots and made some short videos just to create memories. I was really going to miss them all. I noticed Ruth and Fred were getting used to each other. I teased her about it and she jokingly landed a friendly punch on my shoulder.

Fast forwarding, Thursday soon arrived. It was the day Frank said we would be going to Asaba. He said he needed to stay there on Friday before the wedding proper on Saturday.

Thursday morning, Michael and I were on our way to meet Frank. I needed him to see Frank and probably know who he is or perhaps know what he looks like. Peradventure anything happens…Just in case. You know, for security purposes. Michael quite understood that too.

***
The phone rang and rang but Frank didn’t pick up. I waited until the last ring to end the call. I called him again but it turned out the same result. When Michael and I were leaving Mile 2, I told him (Frank) I would arrive in an hour and he said he was going to be there.

I called again and this time the call went to voicemail, so I hang up and decided to text him: “I just got to Surulere.”

“He didn’t pick up,” I informed Michael. I was feeling down and it was boldly written on my face.

“Uh-oh.” He said, moving his eyebrows up.
“Are you sure he’s not pranking you or something?” Michael looked me in the eyes.
“He wouldn’t do that. He tries no such thing with me.”
“Hmm. What if…what if.. You know..” Michael giggled.

My mind was probably exaggerating but it still felt weird. He told me he was going to be here and now he doesn’t even pick up his calls.
Honestly, a big part of me was extremely excited about this trip, especially because it was going to be my first time in Asaba and I would be with him the whole time. I felt girly and giggly during our call yesterday, the same way I felt back then in the first place. It was special, something unique. I don’t know how to explain it but it was like something clicked when we were together.

I met a couple of guys during my stay here in Lagos. Kenneth, Ade, Mfon, and others. I won’t forget to mention Charles. He taught me how to navigate through Twitter and that made me addicted to the app thereafter. Even when I spent more time with these names I mentioned than just a few moments I shared at the radio station with Frank, I didn’t feel what I felt for Frank for these guys.
The butterflies and the nervousness weren’t there. They didn’t make me laugh as Frank did. They weren’t that talkative or secure of themselves. I didn’t feel connected with any of them. I did have fun but that was it. Fun!

I was going to call Frank again and I realized I have a text message from him. Goosebumps instantly covered my back. I quickly checked the message:
“I'm sorry, Terry. These officers pulled my car over. They took my car. It’s a long story. Can you make it to my house? I’ll text you the address.”

I frowned reading his text. I decided to call back and this time he answered on the second ring.

“Terry! Did you read my text?” He asked right away, not even saying hi. I’m sorry, I know I said I was going to pick you up.”

“Don’t worry, Frank. What happened?” I asked, pointing to my phone, and walked a few steps away from Michael.
“Um, I parked my car at the place I shouldn’t have.” He sighed.
“Chaii…”
“So they towed my car. I had to locate their office and pay before I got my car back.”

“I’m so sorry about that, Frank.”
“It's okay. I’m home now. Are you still up for the trip?” he asked in a nervous voice, making me feel enormous.
“Of course, I am. I want some wedding cakes and rice.” I chuckled, trying to make him feel better. I understood the kind of emotional stress those gullible men in uniform had made him pass through. They are always mean and inconsiderable sets of uniformed men.

“Oh! Wedding cake? That’s not a problem. I’ll text you the address of my apartment.”
“Okay. See you in a bit.” I said right before hanging up, and walking back to Michael.
“Take a cab. I’ll pay.” He sent a text.
“Terry, what’s next? Is he around here or on his way?” Michael asked, feeling worried.

“Um, change of plans.”
“Change of plans? How?”
“I will have to meet him at his place and then we hit the road. He had a little-ish with those road safety men.”

“Oh! Okay.”
“Yeah! So we are taking a cab.”
“Nice. I will like to see his place. I hope he’s rich.” Michael added jokingly.
“Please, don’t embarrass me there, that’s all I ask.”

We busted into laughter.

***
We found a cab. I gave the address to the driver and we set off. It still feels strange to me. I’m going to follow him to Asaba. I can’t believe I am going to see him again. I was pretty nervous.
"Will I have fun with him like I did the other time? Has he changed?”

I was suddenly realizing how much time we are going to spend together. Three days and two nights or so. That’s a lot of time compared to the moment we shared when we first met. It’s really crazy like I was going on a trip with a total stranger.

“So you’ll be coming back to Lagos to pick up your things after the trip?” Michael asked me, waking me up from my thoughts.
“Yes, once we are back. I’ll be leaving Lagos finally the following week.”
“How time flies! It feels like yesterday. I remember when this service of a thing began.” Michael said, remembering how the journey began, how we met, and how one year seemed like one week.

“We are almost close. The house is around the corner,” announced the driver.

After a couple of minutes, he stopped in front of a big black gate rounded with a tall painted fence.

“We are at the place,” the driver announced and I nod my head, taking my small bag out. It took like forever because I couldn’t find it in the other bag I was carrying. I finally found it and brought out money to pay. I was about to pay before Michael interrupted. “Terry, I think he’s here,” Michael shook my hands and I looked up.

And there he was standing by the gate, wearing a long sleeve and jean trousers. His entire outfit speaks volumes of whom he is, a musician!
Wow! So this is real. This is actually real. I’m finally here.

The driver took the payment and then Michael said something, he whispered something but I didn’t quite hear him.

“No, no, I’ll take care of it.” Frank came, handing the driver two thousand naira. So the driver handed me back my money. I was still looking at Frank from my spot.
“Thank you,” said the driver as he took the money.
“Hi, Terry, how are you?” said Frank.

I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t stop looking at him. It felt just like when I first saw him. I know better so I decided not to speak just now. If I do, I will probably stutter and I didn’t want that to happen.

“How was your journey?” he asked and that forced me to move and say something, but for some reason, nothing came out.
What is happening to me? Say something!

“Hey, man! Nice to meet you. I’m Michael.” He extended his hand for a shake.
“Nice to meet you, too. I’m Frank.”

They shook hands and finally, I began to lose the tension inside me.
Frank seemed to understand I was kinda shy, so he stole a glance and smiled.

“I should be going now.” Michael looked up at me. “Take care of the lady, Frank,” he turned to Frank.
“I will.” Frank moved to hold the gate open for me.
“Please, call me when you get back home.” I hugged Michael and stylishly squeezed the money in my hand inside his pocket. He then entered back inside the cab.
“Take care of yourself,” Michael said.

“I will. Thank you for coming with me.”
“No qualms. Don’t forget to use a condom!” Michael popped his head and said.
“Yes, sir!”

We all laughed. The cab driver too. He then zoomed off on the tarred road.

***
Ladies and gentlemen, here is Mr. Frank, the music man. His smile was infectious. I smiled back.
“I like him. He seems fun.” Frank said as I stepped in. He was referring to Michael. He shut the gate as soon as I walked in.

A white modern house was before me. It has big long windows that give you chance to see everything inside.

“Your apartment is nice.” That’s all I said in a low voice, twisting my fingers.
“Thank you, Terry.”
“Hold the key let me get my bag.” He went inside while I leaned against his navy blue Avalon.

My mind doesn’t seem to process all of this. Being inside his apartment, with his car keys in my palm. A car that probably cost millions of naira. And about to go to Asaba with him. It seemed totally insane.

“Missed me?” He suddenly appeared at my side making me scream.
“Ouch! You scared me!”
“I'm sorry.” He laughed and took the car keys from me.
“So, should we start going now?” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Yes, of course.” I swallowed hard.

He calmly opened the front door for me. He probably shouldn’t have done that for me but I still didn’t mind his kind gesture. I sat in the front seat and buckled my seat belt, waiting for him to enter.
I still can’t believe I was with him, in his car, about to leave for a road trip. He then hops in, buckling as well.

For almost a minute we didn’t say a word. There was a cloud of tension between us but for some reason, it doesn’t feel awkward.

The first day, I was the nervous one but then we both were. Why? I don’t know, but it made my cheeks rise. I missed feeling this way around someone, and something tells me he felt the same way, too.

I turned to look at him slowly—only to find him staring back. He quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat and placing his hand on the wheel.

“Let's get on our way.” He licked his lips, turned the wheel,l and drove out of the apartment.
“Asaba, here we go!”


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Episode 2

Written by: Frank The Writer



~ Theresa's POV ~

Fred sang a melody with his guitar while everyone else sat around singing along to his melody. The location was Elegushi beach. Fred, Micheal, Ruth, and Justin happened to be the amazing fellow corpers I met here in Lagos during this period of my Youth Service and we have been together for months.

Our passing Out Parade (POP) was going to be the following week so we decided to have fun and share good memories at the beach. It was my idea because I haven’t been to the beach before. So I literally made the decision when they asked for a place we could hang out. They had no option but to oblige to my decision because it was my birthday month, and my birthday was around the corner.

I felt my skin warm from the sun making my head light, my lips were salty, something usual when you spend a lot of time on the sea and my feet felt a little tired. This couldn’t be a better last time with my friends and colleagues in Lagos.

We sang together, moving our bodies from side to side.
We all busted into laughter when Fred sang the wrong lyrics, and sometimes we let him sing alone when we don’t know the lyrics.

It was a perfect melody for a perfect environment. I was already having a good time.

“He’s very cute, isn’t he?” Ruth whispered into my ear.
She was referring to Fred. During the past few weeks, we spent in Lagos I have seen Ruth look at him with hearty eyes. There’s definitely chemistry between them but they haven’t interacted with each other.

“Why not talk to him,” I said, nudging her arm. She looked at him and blushed. Fred was looking back at her while he played the guitar.
“Really? You dey whyne me ni? Ruth smiled shyly at him, looking away and hiding her face on my shoulder.

“Whyne you ke? You won’t lose anything if you talk to him. It’s probably our last outing together, so…” I encouraged her, nudging her arm again.
“I won’t take no for an answer,” I added.
“Okay, alright,” she giggled, sitting up and accommodating her hair.

“Do I look good?” she whispered.
“You look great, go!” I pushed her as she stood up and walked to where Fred was while she stared at me. She gave me a small thumbs-up and sat beside him.

As I stared at both of them interacting, a smile formed on my face. I really liked being here, being rounded by these amazing people that I’m lucky to call Friends. Real friends, the ones that support you and are always there for you. I’m definitely going to make sure I keep in touch with them when I leave Lagos. I might even create a WhatsApp group chat to help us reach out to each other.

Maybe this is the State I would settle in. I could look. for a job nearby. Ruth or Micheal could help me look for a place since their parents live in Lagos.
My smile kept growing at the thought. I can’t wait to tell them how much I have fallen in love with Lagos State.

Micheal had been my loyal companion through this journey. We have been besties for the past five months and I couldn’t love his vibes less.

Sadly, everything was going to end soon. It was time to part ways and find adventures by ourselves. We would sign out the coming week and that was why we decided to have a beach day. We ate grill, burger, drank wine, and of course, surfed. I’m definitely going to miss this place and these amazing souls.

“Hey, Terry! Your Phone!” Michael yells, taking my phone out of my bag and then handing it to me.

None of them addressed me as Theresa. “Terry!”

“Thank you.” I let out a dim smile and took my phone.

It kept ringing loudly so I needed to stand up from there and walk away from the music. When I walked towards the shore, I looked down at the screen to see who was calling. I couldn’t recognize the number. An unknown number. I barely answer unsaved contact due to some reasons.

“Hello?” I decided to just answer.
“Theresa?” I heard a rough voice on the other side of the line, somehow low that I had to focus my hearing.
“Yes? Who I’m speaking with?” I moved with my foot in the sand, while I played with my toes.

“Erm, Uh, It’s Fra..nnk.” He finally replied.
I felt my heart stop for a second.
“Uh, you remember Frank?”
“Frank… the musician?”
“Yeahhh…”

Everything around me vanished away and all I could picture was the guy with a body structure of an athlete, pink lips, and sexy eyes. His voice, how I missed that voice. It took me back to the radio station where we met and spend time talking. It’s really been a while since the last time I thought of him.

“Frank,” I said, short of breath, moving my hand to my hair. I was surprised he called after how many months? Seven or eight.

“Hi Frankie, how are you? It’s been a long time.” A nervous laugh escaped my lips.

Suddenly silence stood between the line but after a second we both laughed nervously. I felt my cheeks heat just as it did long time ago when I was around him and felt butterflies in my stomach.

“It’s been a long time, Terry!” He said.
“I know.” I laughed, sitting down on the sand while my eyes faced the sunset.
“So tell me… are you still stealing meat from your mother’s pot?” I asked.
“I haven’t had the chance. I have been away from her for a long time.” He chuckled, making me laugh, and I can almost picture his dimple showing.

Frank once made mentioned of stealing from his mom’s pot in an interview on the radio station.

“So how have you been?” he asked.
“I have been great.” I smiled, lifting my knees to my chest and resting my arms on them.
“I have been traveling a lot,” he said.
“Nice. That sounds lovely.”

“Thank you.” His voice was so slow and happy. I bit my lips containing everything inside of me. How beautiful his voice was.

“So what have you been up to?” I asked right away, not letting my mind control me.
“Um, you know, here and there, pushing my music and other stuff.” He sighed afterward.

It’s crazy to think that I didn’t think of him for like seven months and now here I am talking to him on the phone, line as if nothing happened. I’m not going to say I wasn’t hurt when he didn’t call the first week that passed after we first met, but I moved on eventually since he was the one who took my number. I came to Lagos to serve and not to find someone else.

“Are you still in Lagos? Are you done with the service? Where are you now?” He queried in one breath. He was so eager to find out that I could feel it in his voice.

“Guess.” I decided to play a bit with him, just like the old times.
“Um, I don’t know. Not good at guessing, Um….” He thinks for a second and said, “Calabar.”

“Nope.” I laughed, shaking my head even though he can’t see me. I remember telling him I’m from Calabar and he probably feels I already left Lagos.
“Ouch! Did I fail? F9?” He said, laughing.

I couldn’t help but think about all the fun we had that day. Frank was really funny and he made me laugh. I guess our sense of humor is alike. I have missed him, I can’t lie.

“I'm still in Lagos, at the beach right now. “ I said, feeling the wind as it played with my hair.
“Wow! I never knew you would still be around. Which of the beach?”
“Elegushi.”
“Have you been there before?”

“Nope. It’s my first time here. I still have a lot of places I’d like to visit here in Lagos.”
“Oh! You must be having fun right now.”
“Sure! I’m loving it.”

There was something inside of me then that I was speaking with him that slowly returned to me. As if my nerves sense him and they make an electric response inside of me.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked and I nodded my head, before remembering he can’t see me.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“Well, I was wondering… I know we haven’t seen each other in a long and that…” He stuttered and took a pause. He sounded nervous but I couldn’t tell why.
“I promised to call you and I didn’t but… Um..” He laughed nervously, making another pause.

“Hmmm… what’s that thing you are finding hard to say?” I asked him.
“Would you like to travel with me?” He broke the short silence.

I thought for a moment. I know I’m happy that he finally called, even after eight months. And I’m flattered he’s asking me this but it still felt weird. It was so sudden, not something you would ask a person that you only met one time during an interview even when you felt a connection with that person.

Is he serious?

“I don’t know. This is very sudden,” I answered frankly.
“Um…,” he stuttered.
“Travel to where? I don’t understand.”
“Well, my uncle will be getting married and….” He was going to say something but I interrupted, now I know where this is going.

“And you need a date or something? Isn’t it?” I completed his sentence.
“That’s not what I was going to say but you’re right.” He chuckled nervously. I could picture him scratching the back of his neck.
“Yes, I do need a date. The wedding is next week Saturday and…”
“Wow! That’s so soon.” I was puzzled.

Minutes ago I wouldn’t have thought I would be talking to him let alone being invited by him to a wedding. Like for real?
“I know this is sudden and I’m sorry.” He sighed in disbelief.
I should have called you right away when I stepped off the radio station.” He said in a lower tune.

“I was busy and distracted, I guess. But I did think of you, sometimes.”
“Why me? I mean, it’s been a while, Frank.” I stood up from the ground, and walked along the beach, feeling the sand in my toes as I walked, it eased my nerves.
“Don’t get me wrong it’s just sudden.”

“Yes, I know. I….. something reminded me of you and I had to try at least.” He said deliciously slowly, making it so tempting for me.
“I thought of you, too,” I said shyly, covering my belly with one arm.

“Really?” His voice illuminated like it was hard for him to believe what I just said.
“I have missed you, Theresa,” he uttered. As weird as it sounds.

I closed my eyes letting the butterflies consume my body. That electric feeling suddenly returned to my body.

“Me, too,” I admitted shyly, stopping at the shore while looking at the few stars appearing in the sky.

"So are you going with me?" He asked.

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It’s been a while since I started feeling incomplete. I can’t really tell the reason, it just happened. There were nights that I didn’t write down lyrics on my notepad. There were days I had inspiration but zero vibes to pen them down.
This brought a lot of pressure onto my plate. I needed time to think everything through. I’m used to being around my crew members and touring with them, not only as crew members but as friends, doing my music stuff. I definitely need a break. Maybe that’s what I will do now.

This music of a thing ain’t as easy as it looks. Especially here in Nigeria where a lot of competitors rise every day. Maybe I’ll take a holiday for some time or probably go for a vacation and cool off and not think about music for a while. On second thought I haven’t taken a break before. I was really focused on composing and recording new songs.

I barely feel happy these days. Nothing makes me feel better. Nothing!
I sat down and relaxed on my Avalon having random thoughts about my diminishing music career. It was on a cool Friday evening and I have just closed for the day. I took out my phone from my pocket and immediately I placed my hand behind it, it unlocked.
My mom was the first thought that ran through my mind. I was already on my dialer and I dialed her number which was among the recent calls.
It's always her all the time and it’s looking like I call her much lately.

But the truth is I miss her. Mom was the only that could make me feel better. She has always loved me unconditionally. She’s the only person that can make me feel one piece even in the darkest times. She answered at the first ring, and her voice instantly made me smile.

“Frank, how are you?” Came her ever-calming and soft voice I have been waiting for your calls,” she added.
“How are you doing? And how’s everyone at home?”

I have really missed her so dearly and can’t wait to see her again. She always brings my mood up each time we talked on the phone.

“Everyone is fine, and we all have been busy lately.”
“Busy? What are you people up to this time around?”
“Frank! Are you really asking me that? Your uncle’s wedding is next week. Have you forgotten?”

“Wedding? My uncle? You mean Uncle Jude is finally getting married? Wow!”
“Hmm.. what is wow? So you haven’t spoken with him? I thought your siblings already discussed that with you,” she yelled on the phone. I could almost picture her facial expression.

“No mom. They never told me anything about wedding. Besides they barely call unless I call them.”

“I thought I overheard your sister the other day telling you on phone.”
“No. She wasn’t talking to me. Maybe she was probably discussing with someone else. When is the wedding?”

“Next week Saturday, that’s more reason I’m surprised nobody told you about it.” She answered but I heard another voice in the background.

“I will call you later. I’m with my tailor.. there are a few adjustments she needs to do to my dress. Will you meet up to join the wedding?”

“Of course, I should be there. You know how my uncle would react if he eventually didn’t see me there. He will be u happy if I don’t come.”

“So you are coming? That’s okay.”
“Where is the wedding?”

“Asaba. The wife-to-be is a Ghanaian.”
“Wow! Jude is getting married to a Ghanaian girl. God! What have I been missing? I can’t wait to come around.”
“No problem. We’ll talk better when you come.”
“Alright, mom. Thank you.”

“Erm, remember you promised us a wife soon. We are still waiting,” mom added jocularly and we busted into laughter.
“Are you expecting me to come with anybody?”
“You already know what to do.”

She hung up.

***

This woman already wants a grandchild from me. I’m just 33. I can’t believe my uncle is getting married. He’s almost 60 years old but he still has a young spirit. I wonder who the lucky girl could be. So Nigerian girls didn’t suit him that he decided to marry a Ghanaian. I really can’t wait to ask him this kind of question.
I held my steering and turned on the ignition. The only thing that kept ringing in my head was the last thing mom said. I felt she already want me to get married as her only son and first child as well. She probably didn’t want me to marry late like my uncles.

Damn!

That’s another thing I have to work on. I haven’t really been stable with anyone in a long time. I have been jumping from one girl to another for the past few months. It’s not something I’m even proud of. Having a new girl every month ain’t the kind of life I want but I’m just not happy with any of them. The ones I have met are just so fake, especially Cynthia. If there is another word better than being fake, I think that’s what they represent.
Maybe I’m just unlucky with them. Fake plastic girls with no manners. More focused on looking good for the cameras than taking care of anything else. Always on Tiktok and SnapChat.

Well, not my fault. I really tried. I bet they weren’t my type and didn’t match my energy. For some reason, they don’t understand me, the real me. They only try to impress me. I can’t wait for the day I find the right girl; one that has something upstairs besides being obsessed with Tiktok and makeup. I would give anything to just have a good conversation while I hold her to sleep caressing her hair as I sing her a love song.

Damn! This is just a fantasy. I’m f*cking alone.
Where do I get a date? The wedding is in a week. I should be leaving Lagos for Asaba before Thursday or latest Friday morning if I want to arrive on time to spend time with my fam.

I wouldn’t take a random girl and introduce her to my mom or family, let alone think of the ones I have dated previously. Not even going to happen!

***
When I drove into my apartment, it was almost 8 pm. I had been stuck in Lagos traffic. Lagos and traffic are like tea and bread. It’s usually horrible and hectic during the weekends.
I got upstairs and took a cool bath. Aside from music I was into other several businesses that generates money I used in fueling my music career. If my dependence had been only on music, I would have gone back to the farm in my village.

After making myself noodles for dinner, I sat on the sofa in the living room staring at the TV. I felt the calmness and loneliness of my space. I don’t like being alone.
That’s why I always end up with random girls late at night. Definitely not this time. I need to find a date, a serious one this time.

Mentally, I ran a list of possible dates I could bring. There is Lucy, the last time I saw her was probably last month and we didn’t end up on bad terms. That’s a good thing. Yet she’s still not the girl I would want to introduce to my fams. Lucy is the guy's type with numerous followers on IG. She’s a model as well. Most of her pictures are too revealing! Nothing to hide anymore.

I stood and walked towards the window and lean against the wall.

There is Cynthia, the chubby girl I met at a particular night show in Abuja. Well, now that I think of her, she’s definitely not an option. She’s a nice girl but she threw her phone at me when I later told her I didn’t want anything serious. She’s that crazy and weird type. We didn’t end in good terms.

I then walked from the living room to the bedroom. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. I always do that often and sometimes I rehearse my lyrics before the mirror. On other days I prophecy good things to myself.

An image of a pretty damsel returned to my mind after so long. A beautiful laugh and the most irresistible lips on earth. I remember her, Theresa, (Terry). The girl with the most unique personality. I had forgotten about her.

“Damn!” I groaned, now remembering the promise I didn’t keep. I promised to call her the day we met, but I never did. I actually forgot. I remember vividly I met her on a radio station that morning after I had an interview session. I remember the entire conversation we had. She was serving in Lagos and would soon round up.

F*ck! How did I forget Theresea? I remember I opened up about my life to her. Something I never do. Why did I even let that happen?

This has to be a signal and I have a better reason to call her, at least I have to try. I have missed a girl like her, so carefree and sincere. I will just call her right away. She’s the one I want to take to the wedding. Yeah, she is.

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Episode 22

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I was helpless inside Lisa’s car and I wondered where they were driving to at that time of the night. My feet were frozen, and my exposed legs were shaking. My spine was so tensed with the amount of shivers I had.
They continued to drive down the lonely street. Only the sound of the car could be heard. I could faintly hear the sound of barking dogs from the neighborhood.

After about ten minutes drive, the car finally halted.
“Here’s okay. What do you think?” I overheard someone say? It sounded more like Lisa’s voice.
“Yes. I think there is better. Open the back door,” came the second voice.
That was the last thing I heard before someone grabbed me on my leg. I felt another hand on my both hands. I had been lying unconsciously in the back seat of the car.
Why is Lisa treating me like this? I thought she likes me.
They dragged me down on the floor. I lay helplessly by side of the tarred road.

“Please, don’t leave me here,” I beckoned in a teary voice.
“In your next world, you will never betray someone like me,” I heard Lisa say.
“I never betrayed you. It was Cyndy who forced herself on me.”
“Shut up! You chose her over me. You went for the highest bidder right?”

Silence.

“Please, don’t leave me here. My stomach hurts,” I cried out.
“Call Cyndy to help you.”

The next I heard was the sound of the car as it screeched on the road. That was the last I remembered.

***
Woke up in a hospital bed feeling fine, yet no idea who brought me there.
“Where am I?”
“Hospital. You were brought in last night by a good Samaritan. You got poisoned as well.” Said the doctor who stood by my side when my eyes opened.
“Please, how much damage did it cause in my system?” I asked, sobbing.
“Well, you’re not entirely messed up. It could have been worse than this if you weren’t rushed in on time. Don’t worry, you are good.”

[Exhales….]

Just then, someone walked into the ward.
“Here's the good Samaritan who saved your life,” the doctor walked out as soon as he said that.
My eyes fell on the young-looking chubby man dressed in long sleeves shirt and plain trousers. He was probably in his thirties or thereabouts. He had cute dimples.
“How are you doing my dear? You were unconscious last night when I drove past the lonely road.”
Tears trickled down my cheeks immediately.
“Oh! Please, you don’t have to do this. Wipe your tears.” He walked closer to the bed.
“Thank you so much for saving my life. I know I would have long gone if not for you.”

“I really feel like God put me there at that time,” he said and paused. I guess he wanted me to be late last night, he added.
“Thank you, sir. God bless you for saving my life.”
“It's okay my dear. You should be thanking God who put me there at that time. What really happened? By the way, I’m Bernard. And you?”
“I'm Jane.”
“Jane, what really happened? Who dumped you there? A man? I mean, it’s strange and I haven’t been in this kind of position before.” He uttered in one breath.
“Um, it’s actually a long story sir,” I replied shyly.

“A long story? Hope you weren’t involved in a crime. Because at some point I thought of endangering myself by assisting you. Who knows what…”
“No, sir. You are safe. I had no criminal record.”
“It's okay my dear.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You have not been off my mind one moment since I picked you there. God got a plan for you. He keeps telling me to make sure you are saved entirely,” he continued.

Long story short, Bernard settled my hospital bills and drove me home to meet Chucks and my mom who have been worried about me. And throughout the time he drove me in his car, I opened up to him about my past life.

***
Mom was relieved on seeing her only daughter again. She thanked Bernard after he narrated to her how he saved my life. I couldn’t be happier reuniting with my family.
Bernard happened to be a man of God. He sat us down and we talked. My mom was just like, “Thank you, Lord.” That was the first thing he said after Bernard narrated my ordeal. My mom acknowledged and thanked him for caring enough to stop and help. It made an enormous difference.
“I don’t like the word Hero,” Bernard said after I called him a hero for saving my life.

He went on to say that I’d have to undergo a deliverance session to rescind the mark on my neck or else, I would remain a part of Cyndy and her cult. He also said I would have to let go of all the ill-gotten money I had made from Cyndy which was in my bank accounts. A hard one to take but my mom was determined to fulfill everything he said.

Just like Bernard suggested, I withdrew the whole money and it was given out to motherless home babies and orphanages within the neighborhood. I wouldn’t say it was easy but Bernard cautioned that the aftermath effect would be more dangerous if I decide to keep the money.

We did the needful and I went down to zero, financially. I had no phone too. Lisa made away with my phone that very night she poisoned me. Everything took a bad turn. But Bernard never abandoned us thereafter. He started up a restaurant business for my mom so that we could survive there. Yet our daily consumption was killing the small business. We even adjusted our spending just to fit in.

Chucks was still pushing his music career but nothing was forthcoming. He started doing menial jobs while I helped mom in her restaurant business. It was there I met a man who always come to preach the word of God and in the end, he would always share a small pamphlet that emphasized more hope in God.
I read a lot of stories from the pamphlet on how people's stories changed. Stories of hope, love, and faith. With time, those stories and testimonies began to germinate seeds in my heart. I saw myself turning to God. My mom always says if there is a man to pray to, there is God to answer.

I fasted, prayed, and read the Bible. I knew I had committed atrocities before God and man but I really had high hopes and faith in God that one day everything will be okay. But sadly, it seemed God wasn’t even hearing my prayers and things got worsened.

My mom fell ill and was diagnosed with an ulcer, breast cancer, and high blood pressure. We needed money urgently for treatment and the little we had wasn’t enough. My mom was in several debt. Cooperative and other loans he had taken. We couldn’t call on Bernard because we felt he had done enough already.
I prayed to God to heal my mom. If there was anybody who deserve to die, it should be me. I fasted and prayed just so God would heal her. I had faith in Him.

***

A month later, she left Chucks and I. She died in my very hands and I couldn’t be more shattered all my life. I felt a part of me was gone. Chucks and I cried out our eyes. He later called Bernard with his phone.
He came the following day and he blamed us for keep in things away from him. He said he could have backed us up with prayers and funds.

My mom was the foundation of my hope. She would tell us, “once you choose Hope, anything is possible.” After her demise, I didn’t lose hope but I lost a bit of my faith in God. People said there is a reason for everything that happens but I couldn’t see the blessing and purpose of losing my beloved mom. They said life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, but it’s about learning to dance in the rain.

Chucks and I took courage and moved on. He had finished high school, so we both did other menial jobs to survive. Debtors were still coming after my mom’s burial. Suffering, pain, hunger, and stress became our companions. Life went on like that for my brother and I. Though I still had hope that things would turn around for good.

Then one day, Chucks came home with heart-thrilling and amazing news. Maybe the best news we have heard in a very long time. He said a friend of his asked that he come over to Dubai and stay with him. He promised he was going to take care of his travel expenses. Leo was Chucks childhood friend who happened to travel out with his family when he was just 12. Leo was all grown up and looked older than his age; more mature and healthy.

Unfortunately, tragedy struck two weeks later. It was another heavy disaster; Chucks was involved in a fatal accident that claimed his life. I almost died of heartache when I received the news. Why would it be this time he was about to leave the country? I couldn’t understand why God allow my entire family wipe away in a short time. If anyone deserves to die, it should be me.

At that point in my life, I lost hope and faith in God. I questioned his existence. Bernard came consoling me, saying I shouldn’t worry and that God knows the best. If only he knew how much I hated that line. Maybe I should have remained with Cyndy and lived the worst life than watching my family wiped out.
Bernard adopted me to live with his family after the demise of my only brother. My life never remained the same. I was shattered to some extent. No parent, no siblings. Life was that unfair to me. I do wonder why Bernard and his family still prayed to God when it was obvious He doesn’t listen to prayers.

I also couldn’t further my studies anymore. There was no fund for that. I became a salesgirl and started earning monthly. I was that beautiful girl with a good shape and a dazzling body. I had several boys in the neighborhood who wanted to have close relationships with me but I couldn’t stoop low for any of them.
Bernard didn’t also give me chance to mingle with them. Instead, he turned my face back to God. He began to tutor me spiritually. He said I was the next prey for the devil and that I should be on alert or else, my family lineage would be a thing of the past. His words brought nothing but fear. He helped me return to my maker.

Gradually, I went back to God, but this time I didn’t pray that God should bless me but I prayed that he should forgive my sins and preserve my soul to serve him. I started evangelism and with time, I began to win souls for Christ with my true life stories; how God changed my life and kept me despite my past life. There was this inner joy I felt within.

In December of that very year, Bernard’s younger brother, Fred came back from Uk to celebrate the festive season with Bernard and his family. He came purposely for Christmas and New Year holidays. We eventually got along and in no time, Fred showed interest. I was just twenty-one and he was thirty. I had thought Bernard would share my past life with his brother, and probably that would discourage him from whatever he had for me. But I was wrong, he did no such thing. He allowed the chemistry between Fred and I to flourish.

As I’m writing this story to you, Fred and I have celebrated two years of togetherness; a long-distance relationship that turned my life around for good. This year November, we will walk down the aisle. Plans and preparation have been made and I will be joining him to live in the UK after our wedding here in Nigeria.
I don't know why my life had several turns but I'm ever grateful I had chance to make amends.

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Episode 21

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***

Lisa reached for the door and opened it.
“Good morning, my Princess!” Lisa exclaimed, enveloping her daughter in a hug.
“Good morning mom. You are still up? Do we have a visitor?”
“Yes, my darling. We have a family friend who got stranded on her way. She will be leaving early morning, tomorrow.”

“Oh! Let me see! What’s the name?”
She walked in and our eyes got locked in contact.

“Call her aunty Jane.”
“Good morning aunty Jane,” greeted the innocent-looking pretty girl. She was in her pyjamas.
“Hi, Princess, nice to meet you,” I said.
“Same here, aunty. Welcome.”
“Aww, thank you. I’m sorry we woke you from sleep.”

She smiled and twirled out of the room. She was the spitting image of Lisa with her big pointed nose and small eyes. That could be the exact way Lisa looked at that age.
"Sleep tight, sweetheart," Lisa said.
"And you too, mom."
"I love you."
"I love more, mom."

Lisa went out and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She opened it, pour out half of the glasses, and handed it to me, while she drank from hers.

“Wow! Your daughter is beautiful.”
“Yeah! She is. Thank you.” Lisa smiled.
“She’s just your replica.”
“Oh really?” Lisa sipped from her glass.
“Yeahhhhhhhhh. Your photocopy!"

She simply let out a dim smile.

“How about her father?” I finally summoned the courage to ask.
“Um…,” she stuttered.
“Oh! Don’t worry. It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“It's okay, Jane. There’s nothing to hide here. He found out I am a lesbian and we split.
“I'm so sorry about that.”
“I probably should have told you about this before now.”
“No problem. I’m so sorry about your broken marriage.”
“Oh! Don’t worry. It’s in the past now.”

Lisa sat in stunned silence on the bed. I was having random thoughts about the whole scenario; getting split because she’s bisexual and yet she hasn’t changed?

“Well, it’s been five years now.” She broke the short silence.
“That's quite a long time ago,” I said.

Lisa gulped and suddenly felt very vulnerable, in a bedroom with the girl she had been fantasizing about all this while. She was restless and I could feel it. She couldn’t help but get aroused. She had been staring at my mild nudity covered only with panties and a white towel.

Lisa moved closer, ran her hand up my thigh, and I gasped, looking into her small eyes, she noticed a mischievous glint.
Although I was uncomfortable with her touch, I did nothing to stop Lisa from caressing my thigh and as her hand got closer to my already throbbing p*ssy, I felt my breathing getting heavier with every breath.

She slowly started to kiss me—paying attention to every nook and crevice of my body, exploring me, finding new erogenous zones never before encountered with Cyndy. I was almost cumming before she had even reached my nipples. Her kiss wandered from my mouth to my ears and neck then down to my chest and had my body bucking, wanting more.

Her lips just brushing mine. They were so soft and glistened. I couldn’t help but look at them. I wanted to dive in and get lost in her shimmering, wet-looking lips. My mind froze and I wasn’t sure what to do. I was lost and captivated by her.
She moved closer to me—my heart began to beat a little faster— my breath shortened. I could tell she wanted me and I wanted her to take me. The dance of anticipation was in full swing, and I was just a willing passenger to where she was going to take me.

“You have very beautiful eyes.” She said as she placed her hand on my leg. I smiled sheepishly at her compliment.
“It’s nice to be with you alone tonight,” she added.
I could feel the blood running through my body. I now wanted her to kiss me, to feel her soft lips on mine. I wanted her to dive in and immerse herself in me. To take me to places I had never been.

Lisa stood up.

“Another drink?” I asked.
I was delighted and disappointed at the same time.
“Yes. Yes please.”
She walked into the kitchen and topped up our glasses. It gave me time to breathe. To think.
“Are we going to do this? Am I the one doing this again? Oh! No.” The thoughts ran wild in my head.

Liisa returned to the room and handed my wine glass to me. I put it on the table next to me. Lisa took a big swig of hers.
“So where were we?” smiled Lisa. “Ah! Yes, I was about to kiss you.”

Again I froze in fright. My heart almost stopped as she leaned in and kissed my lips. So soft, so tender, her tongue danced inside my mouth and her lips wandered around mine. Her hand cupped my cheek as we went.
She released my face and sat back. Looking straight into my eyes. I was lost, captivated. I was hers

“Are you ok?” she asked. Her voice was soft and tender.
I managed a nod.

She slid off the lounge kneeling between my legs. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their beat.
Her hands found my breasts and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my towel taking my breasts out.

Her fingers worked my nipples to attention. Softer than Cyndy had ever touched. She made me crave her touch more and more with every passing second. Her kiss found its way to my neck and then back to my mouth again.
Lisa stood and started to undo her nightwear, button by button. I wanted to jump up and rip it off but I sat still like a good girl.

Once undone she let it fall off revealing her full body. Lisa ripped off my towel and panties—and tossed them on the floor as she laid me back on the sofa.
This only encouraged her more as her free hand wandered down and found my pleasure spot.

Her two fingers ran the length of my already dripping hole, slightly opening me and directly impacting my bud. She sucked, kissed, and played with me until the pleasure was too much and I came strong and loud.

“You haven’t emptied your drink,” said Lisa.

I grabbed the glasses from the table and emptied them all into my belly. She smiled and asked if I wanted more.
“No.” I nodded my head sideways. When I checked my phone, it was 2:15 a.m.

She left the room and told me she will be back in a jiffy.

***
About ten minutes later, my breathing grew faster and faster and there was a terrible rattling in my throat. I knelt and held my belly as the discomfort continued.
Just then, Lisa walked in smiling and I couldn’t understand why she would be smiling at my misery.

“My belly, please help me with water,” I pleaded.
“Not only water, but I will also give you champagne, too."

I felt my heart throbbing faster and more. It dawned on me Lisa must have poisoned my drink. She stood there in style with her phone probably filming me as I struggled. Feeling as cold as an arctic wind, I got up and stumbled to a chair.

Cindy came over and said something. Her words were only a murmur in my ears. At first, I couldn’t believe Lisa could be that heartless. I had thought Cyndy was the devil but no, I was wrong.

I wanted to scream, at least to get the attention of her daughter but I failed me. I found out I was weak in my bone marrow. I looked at Lisa for help. Her face was as white as the bark on a sycamore tree. She opened her mouth to say something but words couldn’t come out. I saw her pick my cloth from the wardrobe and she began to put them on me.
That was Lisa who kissed and suckled my lips an hour ago. What is she up to? I kept thinking as she gradually fixed me in my clothes.

Then, there was someone else at the door. I was feeling awful and couldn’t tell who the person was. She assisted Lisa and very gently, they carried me up in their arms. When I felt a cold breeze on my face, I was certain we were probably out of the room. My instincts were right; we were out of the room and they eventually dumped me inside a car. I was unconscious but I could tell when the engine got ignited and the smell of the engine filled my nostrils. Where could be the next destination?

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Silence stood between Lisa and I for some seconds as she controlled the steering with a half smile. A hip-hop song was blaring from the stereo system in her car.

“What goes around they say, comes around.” Lisa finally broke the short silence and our eyes got locked in contact. I quickly averted my eyes with the speed of light. I kinda felt embarrassed by her proverbial expression. I already knew she would taunt me for choosing Cyndy over her. My head was down as I stared unblinkingly at my feet and was unable to raise my head again.

“Hey, Cutie, kindly use the seat belt,” Lisa alerted.

That was when I raised my head and did the needful. I guessed we were close to a police checkpoint.

Wow! Did she just call me cutie?

That was the same way she addressed me back then at Kelvin's shop. It reminded me of the past and I had a flashback of everything that happened when I met Lisa; my first lesbian experience, the cloth she gifted me, and how we planned to meet at the club that night, only for Cyndy to hijack me from her when she left to get me water to dilute the drinks I had taken in before her arrival. Everything played in my head like a movie as I relaxed on the seat, lost in my thoughts.

The sudden jerking of the car brought me back and that was when we approached a checkpoint. Two police officers approached us when Lisa gently applied break. One of them came closer and observed us, and without uttering a word, he signaled us to keep going.

It was past midnight and I couldn’t be more thankful to Lisa for saving my life from the devil incarnate, just like Lisa would say. I only hope she doesn’t get to find me again in this life. I just hope she doesn’t get to—because Cyndy was so mysterious that one can’t even predict her next move.

***
Minutes later, we drove into Lisa’s apartment. It was about forty-five minutes drive from Cyndy's home. When she turned off the engine, we alighted from the car. Rays of light from the building gave me a full picture of what Lisa looked like again. And that was when I looked her in the eyes.

“Welcome to my abode, Cutie.” She said and led the way.
“Thank you.”

I followed behind with my small bag in my left hand while my right hand gripped my phone. Lisa should be in her late forties or so. Judging by her appearance.

“My daughter has gone to bed. You’ll see her tomorrow,” she said when we got inside the flat. What looked like three bedroom flat.

I was surprised when she said “her daughter”. I was going to say: “Wow! You have a daughter? How about the father?” But it seemed insensitive to ask such question at that time. Instead, I said: “Wow! I can’t wait to see her. She must be as beautiful as you are.”

“Um…, maybe.” Lisa simply smiled and chuckled. She then took me to a room and showed me the bathroom by the corner.

"Make yourself comfortable here." She turned and walked out and jammed the door.

***

I turned on the hot shower and took a bath. I sighed constantly when water touched my knees, at the parts I had little bruises when I jumped the fence. I stood there, lost in thought as the water washed away all the sweat that formed on my body.

In the middle of the shower, I touched the little scar on my neck, and I felt goosebumps. I took a glance at the mirror in the bathroom and it was an unpleasant sight to see on my body. Every time I felt that scar, unpleasant memories always rushed through my brain.
Ignoring the memories, I turned off the water and walked out of the shower with a longer towel wrapped around the lower torso of my body and the shorter one to dry my hair.

The smell of rice filled in the air and my rumbling stomach yelled out for food. I guess Lisa was preparing something for me. That would be so kind of her. I walked into the bedroom and dried myself.
Yet again, I took a glance at the scar on my neck through the standing mirror.
I got to my small back and pulled out my lotion. Before I looked up, Lisa was standing before me with a tray that had a plate of rice and another plate containing egg sauce.

“Make yourself comfortable. Let me get you water.” She handed the food to me and left.

I pulled my hands together and said a prayer before digging into the food. She soon returned with chilled bottled water.

“Thank you, so much.” I looked up and our eyes met. She let out a dim smile. Her smile was infectious that I couldn’t hold back mine.
“You are welcome, darling. Let me know if you need anything else,” she added and left.

It wasn’t up to ten minutes and I was done devouring the food, and washed it down my belly with the cold water, while my left hand worked on my dentition—pulling out the stuck meat between my teeth. It was a rich meal and I enjoyed it. I then picked up my phone to scroll through my newsfeed on Facebook.

***
Moments later, a few knocks came at the door. I guessed she jammed it and I needed to open it from the inside. I rushed to open the door, still on my towel.
Lisa looked at me with her eyes wide open at my mild nudity. She came inside, her eyes were still fixated on me and I felt uncomfortable.

“Care for anything else, Cutie?”
“Nope. I’m okay. Thanks for the food. I enjoyed it.
“You did?”
“Yes, ma. I really did. Did you make the sauce? It was really tasty and yummy!”
“Aww, thanks, darling.” Lisa smiled sheepishly.
“You are welcome ma.”
“You don’t have to keep calling me ma, Lisa will just be okay.”
“My bad. I’m sorry, Lisa.”
“It's fine, darling,” she said.

It was quite nice to talk to Lisa again and get to know she lived in a very nice apartment. She’s simply a boss lady and I kind of like that.
Did I forget to tell you about her apartment? Oh! Forgive me. Everything was furnished with white and black and that gave it a unique look. The interior design was topnotch and everywhere looked luxurious.

Lisa was in her light nighties which somehow revealed what looked like a saggy breast. She kept looking at me weirdly.

“Jane, darling,” Lisa called me.
“Yes,” I murmured shyly.
“I have been admiring you and you don’t seem to notice that. You keep putting on a poker face.”

I just smiled sheepishly and was unable to say a word. Lisa walked closer, dropped her phone on the bed, and pulled my chin up— before I could process it, something wet and warm greeted my lips. I couldn’t register what was happening but a spark ignited in me somewhere, so I closed my eyes. She licked my bottom lips.

Lisa pulled me into her and pinned me against the door. I groaned at the sudden movements and moaned into her mouth. The kiss she gave me was slow and passionate, moving in a way that she was being very careful and tenderly at the matter.
In the end, we had to be separated since I was running out of air. I stared into her eyes and they were full of lust and long desire.

“Jane, I finally found you,” she whispered.

I had goosebumps when she said that. I knew Lisa had long wanted to have me all to herself, but I was not in the mood for such an illicit act. Not again. Would I be able to resist her?

“Cutie, what happened to you here?” she touched the scar on my neck.
I was dumbfounded, frightening thoughts raced through my mind as I stood motionless.

“Mom! Where are you? Who are you talking to?” I heard someone speak in one breath from outside the room.

“Damn! My daughter…” Lisa left me and rushed towards the door. The shock robbed her off speech.

I heaved a big sigh of relief.

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Episode 19 ��

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I got back to Cyndy's apartment and it all felt like I was trapped for life. My mom would have come herself if only she knew the road to Cyndy's apartment. Each time she talked to me on the phone, she was screaming and asked why I haven’t come back yet. I tried my best to convince her I’d come back. I went as far as telling her that Cyndy wanted to pay me off, that she needed me to wait for a little more time, so she could get money. I was able to calm her down.

At that period of my life with Cyndy, I felt like I was living for someone else. Nothing ever felt cool anymore. I reflected on how Cyndy and I crossed paths that very night and how she had transformed my life beyond what I could control; the mark on my neck and her weird actions and reactions were something that made me feel I was trapped for life.

I was desperate to figure thighs out. Then, I remembered Lisa. I recalled how she exchanged words with Cyndy that night at the club. She seemed to have known her that much, I presumed.
I summoned courage and texted Lisa. I needed to find out what she knew about Cyndy.

Sadly, Lisa wasn’t replying to my WhatsApp messages. She seemed to be mad at me. She read a few messages of mine which were merely greetings but she left no response. Not until I hit the nail on the head—I told her exactly why I was texting and what I needed from her.

She eventually replied when I told her I was trapped and needed to leave Cyndy's apartment. Lisa replied with a laughing emoji. She made a mockery of my misery and taunted me for the choice I made. She said I chose a devil incarnate over her. Lisa said all manner of things and that included calling me an ingrate and selfish fellow. She said I went after the highest bidder.

“You deserve everything you are getting right now because that’s what you wanted,” she texted.
“Lisa, please, I’m stuck here, my mom is worried. She also feels I’m trapped here. Can you help me?”

“And what made you think I will help you?”
“I'm sorry. I know I offended you but, please just this last time. I’m fed up here. I don’t want to live here anymore.”

“What do you suggest we do?” Lisa queried.
“I don’t even know. I tried sneaking out but she mysteriously caught me. I would have been dead or injured as well. It was such a terrible night.”
“Hmm.. You are risking your life.”

“I just want to leave by all means. It’s desperation.”
“Cyndy is a b!tch! She’s evil and a cult girl.”

I felt a shiver down my spine when the message popped up on my screen. I had so much adrenaline rushing through my blood that I was losing control of myself.

“Damn! What do you mean by that? Does it mean I can’t get off her bondage?”

“No. That’s not exactly what I meant. Just for you to know the kind of person you are dealing with. But you don’t have to be worried. We will find a way..”

“Thank you, Lisa. I will forever be grateful.”

My conversation with Lisa was quite reliving and it gave me hope that someday I would be free. The only thing I could think of during those moments was my freedom and nothing else.

After that horrible incident with the two robbers, I dreaded going out at night and couldn’t think of anything else rather than my escape plan. Cyndy knew I was fed up but didn’t want me to leave yet. She still explored me to her satisfaction whenever she gets in the mood. It was no longer pleasurable to me. My mind was saturated that all I wanted was to go home.

***
That fateful night, Lisa and I had planned my escape route. It was one of those Friday nights. Cyndy was going to Les's party. When she called my attention, I told her I was having cramps. I lied and she left me to be. She left with Chris the driver. Meanwhile, Lisa and I were communicating on WhatsApp. I texted her where she would come and pick me up. She was at the party too. She only have to be sure Cyndy was gone with the party vibes and then she would drive to Cyndy's apartment, and we would be gone—that was the game plan.

At around 11:58 pm, I got a WhatsApp text from Lisa saying I should get ready and wait for her. I felt my heart beating faster, thudding against my ribs.
At that time, everyone in the house was fast asleep. I sneaked down the stairs. I knew every creak and groan in the staircase and had to avoid them. I hurried down without causing anyone to wake.

“Jane, I’m close. Get ready and be cautious,” Lisa texted. She must be driving at that moment. I stood and contemplated either to leave with my bags or leave them behind and run for my dear life. I didn’t want anything to hold me back, so I took the most important stuff and waited for Lisa’s arrival. I had a small bag that contained all the worldly possessions dear to me.

You can imagine what an ordeal it was to go out that night and hopefully find a way through the goddamn awful creaky fence instead of getting queried at the gate. I doubted if Ahmed, the gatekeeper had gone to bed. My heart was racing faster and faster.

Freedom was so close. I could smell it. I placed two wooden chairs close to the fence. I was going to take the risk of my life. It was worth it and I needed to take it. Once I reached the top, I looked carefully and observed. There were green grasses where I landed and paused for some seconds. My legs hurt so badly. There were bruises on my both knees.
It wasn’t that much of a tall fence but was way above 7ft.

I picked up as soon as I breathed and ran about a few meters down the road until I reached the creek where Lisa was designated to wait for me. I stopped only once. For just a second, to look back. I debated whether I wanted to look back — I was afraid I’d jinx myself if I did— but then I thought: this is a huge moment in my life and I wanted to take just one more look at Cyndy's apartment.

I paused, turned around, and looked. Everything was quiet. No movement, no noise, no lights, nothing. I was safe. No one knew I wasn’t up in my room sound asleep. I took off again as fast as I could to where I told Lisa to park.

She wasn’t there! She must have come and gone without me! My heart almost stopped. Then I saw a little light from the car door opening. She had parked off the road. I ran towards the car, and jumped in the front passenger's seat, Lisa held onto the steering and we went off.

Lisa was smiling as she speeded through the tarred road.

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***

I was dumbfounded and I could read the disappointment written on my mom’s face.
“What were you thinking when you stuck that thing inside your buttocks?” Mom yelled.

Silence.

“Jane, you and your brother won’t kill me. Chucks is sick at home, only for you to come back and decided to add to my worry. No, you children won’t kill me,” mom said like she was sobbing.

“Mom, please, don’t cry… please. We are at the hospital,” I pleaded.
I could feel the trace of tears in my voice. It was with deep regret that I realize how wrong I had lived my life. My very, very conservative, religious mom was disappointed. I failed her woefully and she couldn't believe I could do such a thing to myself. She had always looked at me like a reserved girl.

Then, the doctor walked in to share a piece of bad news. I had thought they could get rid of the vibrator easily and not until I saw the X-rays did I realize they couldn’t move it the way I had thought.

The doctor said it had a sharp edge that could puncture my bowels. I was devastated how I could have killed myself out of pleasure.
He told my mom I’d undergo a minor operation but we would have to make some advance payment first.
My mom’s face dropped immediately the moment he talked about the operation. I felt my heart beating faster and faster.

“See what you have brought upon yourself! I’m disappointed in you,” mom turned in my direction.

The doctor then walked out of the ward.

I couldn’t look my mom in the eyes even when she kept staring in my direction. I knew if not that I was in a critical situation, she would have slapped my face. I could feel the wave of anger raging inside of her. So many thoughts kept running in my head and I was scared of the outcome of the minor operation as the doctor said.

At the same time I was troubled she might not want me to go back to Cyndy's apartment. I began to understand how suddenly life could be and how I had messed my life all this while. Amidst the riches and affluence I got from Cyndy, I felt empty, devastated, and unfulfilled. There were things I lacked then. Things miles away from what money can buy, especially motivation, tender care, and encouragement. I lacked them all and they made me cry as I lay there reminiscing about my life.

Right from childhood, mom had raised my brother and I morally and would always caution us against any form of immoral life. She had done everything possible to make sure Chucks and I live a decent and Christ-like life but we chose to live our lives the way we wanted. It's obvious nothing is hidden under the sun forever. Who would have thought this day would come? In my weirdest imagination, it never crossed my mind I would someday stick a Love Machine in my butt. But there I lay helplessly in my own mess.


Fast forwarding, I had to pay the half payment before they could proceed with the minor surgery to get the Love Machine off my butt. My mom was so worried but the doctor convinced her I would be fine. He said and I paraphrase, “Madam, this is just a minor operation. Your daughter will be fine. You don’t need to bother yourself.”

Well, just like he said, the operation was carried out on the following day and it went successfully. The doctor cautioned and advised me to stop using it if I don’t know how it works. He was really kind with his words and his mustache reminded me of my late father who would have disowned me if he was still alive.

Two days later, I got discharged from the hospital. As we walked outside, the sun was just starting to rise and we caught a bus that drove us home. Throughout the remaining hours of that day, mom didn’t say a thing to me. Only Chucks got a response and answer to his questions. And when he eventually asked what happened to me, mom told him to ask me

***

I woke up the following day and mom said my contract with Cyndy had come to an end. She insisted I can only go there to get my remaining bags and luggage. All my efforts to convince her to allow me to continue my work with Cyndy yielded no positive result. She remained adamant and kept saying I should go get my belongings and come back home. She said she can’t watch me perish while she was still alive. She equally emphasized the body changes she noticed in my body.
One of her talents is that she is very sensitive and knows when things go wrong. Truth is, she had been suspecting for a long time and I knew about it, but I have always done everything possible to cover up not until this one busted. She was finally convinced it was time for me to call it a quit.

One thing I loved about my mom is that she didn’t hover. I felt pretty independent while growing up. She didn’t bug me about doing homework or asked me about grades or tried to make decisions for me. I felt free and confident to go out and try things, come up with ideas, and attempt to make them happen. That was why I was able to decide for myself. She knows how to make the house feel cozy and welcoming to everyone who lives there and to visitors. I still love being in her house, even though it’s not the house I grew up in.

Staying back with them was definitely not part of my plans but she desperately wanted me to come back. She had several reasons why she wants me back and I couldn’t be happier to leave Cyndy. Did I forget to tell you about the pain from the surgery? Hmm, it didn’t just end there, I found it hard to poo and each time I bent to use the toilet, the pains increased. Though the doctor promised the pains would fade away gradually and I can’t wait.

***

It was on a Friday morning when I summoned the courage to do as mom has commanded. That fateful day, I got back to Cyndy’s apartment to get my remaining luggage. Mom didn’t allow me to go with any other bags or any of the belongings I came back with. She felt I wouldn’t come back if I go back with my other belongings.

Cyndy was in the sitting room when I got into her apartment.

“Jane Love, you are back. You arrived at the right time. How’s your brother now?” She uttered in one breath. She then got closer and embraced me.
“He’s better now.”
“Okay. That’s good. I’m sorry I haven’t called all this while. I was quite busy.”

“Ok.”
“Welcome.”
“Thanks.”
“Why are you looking so dull?” she enquired when she noticed the look on my face.
“Nothing.”
“You lied. Your mom told you to come back?”

I was puzzled! Damn! How did she get to find out the time again?
I turned and our eyes met. She let out a devilish smile.

“What really happened?” Cyndy added.
I was still in awe and my whole body shivered.
“How on earth did you know my mom wants me back!” I yelled in fear.

She laughed.

Still shivering at a spot, I ran inside my room. Cyndy was unbothered. I thought she would come after me but she remained in the sitting room with her phone and laptop. I got to the wardrobe and started getting my clothes into my bags. I was careful enough not to add the ones she bought for me. I ignored every single clothes she bought and likewise other accessories. My heart was pounding. It was time to leave Cyndy's apartment. My mind was made up.
I was halfway arranging my stuff when she walked in and stood at the door.

“Interesting. Where do you think you are going?”
“Please, I'm afraid I can’t do this anymore.” I continued.
“You can’t continue with what?”
“I can’t continue living here, you scare me every blessed day.”
“You lied. You ain’t going anywhere.”
“Please, I’m leaving. Thank you for everything. I want o go back to my family.” I kept on arranging my clothes.

She laughed but I kept on without looking up at her face. I noticed she was approaching, so I quickly raised my head.

“Jane, you belong to me. You ain’t going anywhere.”
“God forbid! I don’t belong to you. I’m going back to my family. I don’t want to do anymore.”
“But you still have my mark on you.”
“Which mark are you talking about?”
“Right there on your neck."

I felt my whole system shivering, and just then I remembered how she caused me to bleed on the neck that very day. I quickly placed my left hand on my neck to feel the scar. I was yet to drop my hand and boom, she pushed me down the bed which was behind me.

“Please, I’m not interested again,” I pleaded as I lay on my back, our faces glaring at each other.

“You don’t decide when to quit. I decide,” she whispered to my right ear.

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Episode 16

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Kate and Cyndy came walking out of the door, staring at the pot-belly man and his colleagues; two men in suits. The man took out his glasses like he was going to do something silly at any given moment.
Kate looked terrified but she looked at Cyndy who looked as tough, secure, and sexy as ever. Cyndy stared right into the man.

“Hey, you are going to listen to me and listen well. I don’t know what gave you the impetus to interrupt the activities of people who did you no harm. Or who gave you the authority to storm in here to preach your gospel? When has it become a norm to shove your religion into other people’s noses?” Cyndy approached the man who started to open his Bible. Cyndy slapped the book away from him and went closer to the face of the man who was starting to look scared of her.

“So, let’s do this, if I’m a sinner, let God strike me, my love here, and all the lesbians from the party right now.”

There was silence as the man and two others stared at Kate and Cyndy. And when they looked back, most of the girls from the party were now outside, moving slowly towards them.

“Are you going to say sorry?” Cyndy added, but they simply turned and left without a word.

Everyone cheered and hailed Cyndy. They got inside quickly to enjoy the party.
Kate gave Cyndy a big hug and kissed her on the cheeks. I didn’t get to see Lisa again that night.

It was a long night outside but we eventually got back safely around 2:30 a.m.

***
For two months, it seemed perfect to live with Cyndy. Cindy and I did everything together. I liked the fact that she bought me sexy clothes, and was glad she fulfilled her promise to pay our house rent. She also asked me to credit my mom's account. It seemed like the life I had wanted to live, but increasingly, I felt she was pushing for me to be someone I wasn’t. It’s one thing to play the slut in the bedroom, quite something else to do it in the real world. A job where dressing like a stripper would get me so much money in my account. And someone needed to put food on the table for her family and make them happy.

I loved Cyndy but she drove me nuts sometimes. Ironically, it was Cyndy who solved all our financial difficulties with the money she made from her production. Did I forget to tell you the type of content Cyndy and the crews produce? My bad. Forgive my manners. Well, Cyndy made quite huge money from her sexual content clips. Yeah, you already have a clue of what I meant, right? But if you don’t, it’s a four-letter word that begins with the letter ‘P'

It was later I found out why she didn’t want me to join them that very day for the shooting session. According to Cyndy, there was so much money in that particular production. She said what it generates monthly is ten times what a random Nollywood producer made. Her Only fans account yields thousands of dollars monthly, and that was what made Cyndy richer by the day. But I still couldn’t find out the mystery behind Cyndy's random strange actions. Maybe with time I will, I told myself.

I had finally given up on the dreams of furthering my studies that year. I told mom I’d start again the following year while I used that opportunity to make more money that would sustain me for the rest of my days at the university. She didn’t just accept but we had several arguments which I won at last.

Some weeks later, I got a call from my mom that Chucks was sick and she needed me to come around. I was worried about my only brother's health. I told Cyndy about the recent development and the fact that I would be going to see my family. She obliged and told me to inform her about any new development when I get home.

“I'm sorry I have been so difficult. I think I will stop pushing you to do things you’re uncomfortable with,” said Cyndy. She also gave me some cash for my trip.

***

Fast forwarding, I got home around the evening. It was about 50 minutes drive from Cyndy's apartment. I met Chucks in bed, inside my mom's bedroom. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She was excited to see her daughter again. We embraced and it dawned on me I had missed her in just these few periods of my absence. I dropped my bag and changed into my causal wear and then returned to the kitchen to take over from mom.

For the rest of that day, my thoughts kept drifting back to Cyndy. The way she looked, the way she smelled, the sight of her cleavage, the feel of her hair; but most of all, the loom on her face. Her charming set of white eyes. The thought about Cyndy gave me shivery arousal. I was confused; I had never felt that way about Cyndy before. It made me uncomfortable. No, wrong word. Not uncomfortable. Disconcerted, and excited, yes, I have to admit that I was damn turned on by it, by her.

All evening, no matter what I was doing, cooking dinner, chatting, my thoughts kept drifting back to her.
Finally, I decided to take a shower, go to bed, sleep and get over it. As I unbuttoned my shirt and released my bra, a sudden thought of Cyndy undressing me brought a firmness to my nipples, as I removed my pants, that same thought brought sudden dampness and tingling between my legs. What was wrong with me? I was Hot as hell over Cyndy. I had never experienced it before; it was driving me crazy.

I got back to the bathroom with a Love Machine Cyndy had given me. I remembered her words, “ You’ll need it.”
It finally dawned on me what she meant. I turned on the shower, my body tingling with need, and as I stepped under the water, the touch of the spray on my skin made my nipples harder, and my breasts ache.

Without realizing I was doing it, the fingers of one hand moved to caress my breasts, playing over my nipples, the nails dragging over them making me moan softly.
My other hand slid down over my soft belly, teasing my curls, before dipping between my lips. Damn, I was wet! I had to do something about this or I wouldn’t get any sleep. I walked out of the bathroom and back to bed. I relaxed and allowed my mind to take over.

The last thing I remembered was gradually inserting the vibrator inside me while lying on my back on the bed. It took a long time to sleep because the toy was still vibrating inside me. I eventually did fall asleep amidst the unending pleasure that came from the Love Machine; it was blue, and it has like three balls and a little bitty vibrator on it.

The next morning, I woke up to realize the stuff was stuck inside of me. It was my first time and I slept off while it was in me. I started to panic once I realized the seriousness of the situation. I panicked for like twenty minutes and I could feel it vibrating in my back. I never would have thought my butt was like a vacuum.

I screamed fearfully and mom had to rush into my room. I became so ashamed of myself the moment she got into my room. But I was going through pains and had to tell her something was stuck in my butt. Mom was dumbfounded. She didn’t understand what this meant until we landed at that hospital that morning.

“I'm not sure what she was doing, but she has lost her vibrator and it kind of got sucked up,” announced the doctor right before my mom. Words can’t express how I felt. Like, the ground should open up and swallow me.

“When you think about it, the rectum is designed to keep poo off the floor. If you put something far enough up, it will suck it right up. This thing looks like it’s silicon and the ring is pretty slippery.” The doctor continued.

“So, what’s the way forward?” my mom asked as I lay on the hospital bed covered in shame.

“There's no bleeding, so I don’t think she caused any injury that’s going to require more operation.”

Mom just looked at me unblinking. "Say something."

I opened my mouth, closed it, and opened it again. My jaws dropped.


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The club night was still going well and had been very much worth the effort required to get dressed for it. Cindy had been having fun in there, the soft blue glow giving her light complexion an ethereal quality.

“Jane, what are you doing here? Who brought you here? I mean, how did you find yourself here?” Lisa asked in one breath.

I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say to Lisa. Our eyes were simply locked in contact.

“How did you know I’d be here? Do you attend all parties? I responded with a query.”
“Oh! I see. This is why you have been ignoring me all this while.”
“Well, not actually my fault, you blocked me while was still begging you. And you literally did because you couldn’t hear me out.”

“Yes, I did out of annoyance. You know I was upset then and I couldn’t contain it…”
“Well, that’s bygone," I interrupted.
“You are now a big girl. Who brought you here? How about Kelvin?”
“Kelvin? When last did you visit our shop? Well, I have moved on and…”
“What do you mean by you have moved on? Moved on with who?” she cuts in, her eyes widened.

“She has moved on with me,” Lisa suddenly said from behind. The music was almost alive in her senses, playing on her synapses, making her slowly writhe as she stood and staggered, swaying to the beat of the club.

Oh! Cyndy, it’s you who snatched Jane away? You daughter of the devil,” Lisa yelled.
Daughter of what? I mean, what did I just hear her say?
“You know her?” I turned to Lisa who looked upset at seeing Cyndy.
“Don't you dare call me names!” Cyndy thundered.
“That's exactly what you are! You mustn’t entangle everyone with your ill spirit.”
“You are very funny but I won’t exchange words with a loser like you," Cyndy replied.
“I can see you already bewitched her. She doesn’t seem to be in her right frame of mood anymore.”

The way the duo exchanged words, I could tell they knew each other and that made it interesting. Their voices would have caused a scene but the beat of the club defeated their voices. It would have been a scene to watch but people inside barely knew what was going on. I was worried and got more confused about what proceeded out of Lisa’s mouth. She was ranging in anger but Cyndy seemed a bit drunk and yet responded to Lisa.

At the same time, I couldn't still believe they were fighting over me just the same way women fight over a man after their heart. What then could be so special about me?

The music gradually faded out. The DJ returned with a short after—commentary.

“I guess this is the Lisa you wanted to talk about,” Cyndy turned in my direction.
I simply nodded my head in affirmation. I didn’t know what else to say to the duo.
And suddenly the music finally stopped. One of the people running the party called for everyone's attention:

"Hello ladies, can I have your attention? We are going to start the party back in a second and the bar will be setting up drinks too and other things. However, we are not going to order a pizza because I just received a call that there’s going to be a set of fundamentalists protesting our party and they are close by. We can’t involve the police because this is not an emergency and doesn’t concern society. You all know that society at large frowns on our acts. So the good news is that we are going to hold the party longer and perhaps all night. And that will give you more opportunities to meet new people, so have fun.

Also, I want to let everyone know that if you had to get up early for work tomorrow or something in those regards, then you can as well leave now. We are not sure how extreme these people are. They seemed like the biggest hate mongers to focus against the LGBT (Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender) communities. We also have people supervising everything and if worse come to worse, this place has a steel shelter with monitors, so you’ll be safe, thank you.”

The music comes back on.

Lisa had gone to a corner after being verbally abused by Cyndy who seemed to be crueler with words.

Meanwhile, Cyndy seemed to be having a good time, having a couple of drinks with some women she met. But Lisa seemed depressed from the whole drama.
She looked around and decided to sit in a quiet area near a window and look up at the peaceful night sky with all the stars and a big full moon up there. I kinda felt for Lisa. I knew she truly care about me and wanted me so dearly. She had long fallen in line with my body. But I dare not step out from where I was. Cyndy would surely not take any silly action from me and she already seemed mysterious and more like a possessed fellow. And just like Lisa said, she seemed to have bewitched me.

***
Suddenly, two cars parked outside. I noticed Lisa’s eyes widened with a smile that was perhaps not her soulmate or anything but maybe at least someone she could dance with and have fun with before the night was over. But sadly, it wasn’t women coming out of those cars, but rather some men in suits. They started lighting their torches and what seemed like a weapon. My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t sure if it was the people they talked about and maybe they were just security men or some set of harmless people. And the last thing I wanted to do was offend someone just to save the risk of my own life. If I couldn’t have fun at the party, I didn’t want to ruin it for everyone.

Unexpectedly, a dark figure was close enough to grab me but I already took on my heels. I didn’t scream and couldn’t see a thing as I heard people screaming and voices of fear. I was still running and suddenly I noticed Cyndy was standing before me and when I looked back I didn’t see anyone else.

“What's wrong with you? She yelled. Do you realize that one of those b*stards could have gotten hold of you?”

Tears already formed in my eyes and my heart was pounding faster.
“I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have come out with you. Coming out here seems like danger.”

Cyndy's friends came to hug me. “Jane is okay. We are glad you’re safe.” I looked up at them and wiped my tears.

“But you should have joined us since you heard the announcement. Everyone was being careful and that’s why we were in here.”

But wait, how did Cyndy suddenly come to my rescue? Everything happened so fast. That was the question that rushed through my head. And just as if she read my mind, she quickly said, “With all this crazy shit happening in, I had to stay in here to keep an eye on things and when I saw you in danger, I knew that I needed to take action right then and otherwise, I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

Then, a megaphone was heard from outside.

“We are not going to hurt you. We do not have weapons that will hurt you. God just wants us to scare you and think twice about your life. We just need about two people battling with the spirit of same-sex affairs to come out so we can tell you what God's plan for you is and if you change, he might change his mind on judgment day.”

Cindy grabbed Kate, a girl by her side. “We will go,” she said. The girl gasped in fear.

“Cyndy if you go, then you would risk getting killed, hurt, or abused, or worse, kidnapped,” a concerned girl said.

“No! These people ain’t what y'all think they are.”

“Who are they?” Kate turned in her direction.

“Some sort of perverts looking for women to defile. But you know fear is stupid. It stops you from what you want out of life. So if we fear the dumbest things, then I’m going out there with Kate and we’ll face our fear together.

Cyndy and Kate walked out the door and the rest of us couldn’t help but watch from a safe distance. What a night it has been.



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Nice story. Pls, update oo

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What A Polluted Drama..wtf.

Polluted indeed

Episode 14

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***

“How did you know about Lisa? I stuttered.

“Oh! Spare me that and answer my question. I know you more than you think,” she let out a devilish smile.

I had goosebumps the moment she said that. It sounded more like: “I'm an extraordinary human being.”

“Well, Lisa…Lisa is..” I stammered.

“Go on. I’m all ears. Feel free but please, don't tell me lies.”

“It's quite a long story.”

“That’s not a problem. I like long stories. Go on,” she added jokingly.
How do I even begin to narrate the whole thing? I mean where do I start from? I contemplated. Just when I opened my mouth to talk, a knock came on the door.

“Who is there?” Cyndy turned.

“It’s Susan, ma,” came the feminine voice which I presumed to be one of the maids.

“Susan, what is it?”
“The crew members are here. They are waiting outside,” she answered.
“Oh! They are already here. I even forgot about the shooting session," Cyndy said.
“Yes, they are here."

“Alright. I will join them soon.”
“Okay, ma.”
“You know what, we will talk about this later. I have a shooting session now.” She turned in my direction.

“Okay. No problem.”

Cyndy quickly dashed to her room while I heaved a big sigh of relief. I just hope she doesn’t get to ask me about Lisa again. I really doubt if she would ever forget such a thing.

Cyndy walked back minutes later with what seemed like a script. It was bonded with the popular blue bind. She was dressed in a very tight and skimpy dress.
“Jane, take care of yourself and be good. We have a shooting session at Empire hotels and suites. I'll be back later.”

I wanted to say, “Can I come with you guys?” But it seemed she already knew what I was going to say, she quickly cut in: “I know you would like to follow us but don’t worry, you will join us in the next shooting session. This one is a high classy shooting and not meant for any regular person, okay?”

I simply nodded my head.

She came closer and kissed my forehead. She then whispered to my ears, “Be a good girl. Make yourself comfortable and don’t forget to ask them for food when you feel hungry,” Cyndy sounded so caring and loving and that got me emotional. She had this sexy set of eyes every girl would love to have.

“Bye,” I said as she walked towards the door.
“Byee darling, see you.”

She left.

****

I lay down on the bed, admiring the white POP ceiling which was decorated with tiny bulbs. Several thoughts filled my small head. I reflected on my life. How it all began and now becoming a pro-lesbian. Everything seemed to have happened so fast. I equally thought of forfeiting Jamb and possibly wait till next year before seeking admission. I had lost that vibe to do anything related to school.

All I wanted then was to make money, live a good life, and make my family happy and comfortable. My eyes suddenly caught the wall clock hanging on the wall, it was 10:20 am. I stood up and wore my casual wear. I was yawning heavily as I put them on. It was obvious I was tired and hungry.
I got to the kitchen and met one of the maids. She introduced herself as Ann. She seemed jovial and friendly, but she looked boyish. What you call tomboy; flat ass and tiny breast.

“Do you want to eat?” she asked.
“Yes. I am very hungry.”
“Okay. Do you care for tea? Custard or…”
“I will prefer custard.”
“Alright, I’ll get them for you."

Ann eventually served me custard with some Akara balls. The custard was filled with liquid milk and honey. I’m sure you are salivating now. Well, it’s been long since I had such breakfast. I devoured it in a few minutes.
I went back to my room and got busy with my phone. There was a steady power supply, so I plugged in my phone on the socket and lay down beside it.

****

Cyndy came back later around 4 pm. I was on a video call with Chucks when she came in looking exhausted.

“Jane, we have a party to attend tonight,” she announced.
“A party? Don’t you think you need some rest?”
“No. This one is better than having rest. You’ll get to meet top high-profile people there. So, prepare for it later tonight.”
“Okay,” I replied.

It was a lesbian party and Cyndy wanted me to go with her. She said the party would even earn her more class if she comes with a hot babe like me. She then asked if I was okay with it, and I replied with a nod.

Fast forwarding, when it was night and it was time for us to hit the party. I came out of the bathroom and noticed the room was filled with a strange odor. I stood in awe at the bathroom door as I watched Cyndy rolling up weed on a white paper. She wet the wrapping with the tip of her tongue and then pressed down to hold it between her two fingers. And she didn’t notice I had been standing there.
Cyndy lit the weed and boom, the heady smell of the weed circulated the entire room.

“You smoke, too?” I finally broke the short silence.
“Sure, I do. I need to be in the right frame of mood for this night.”

She giggled.

“Hmmm…”
“What's that? She took a suck on the burning weed and extended it to me.
“Nope. I don’t do that,” I shook my head.
“Oh! That’s true. You’ll need it soon.” She took back the weed and puffed more smoke.

“Sexy girl,” she spanked my ass when I walked past her and headed in the direction of the wardrobe. The stale of the weed discomforted me and I fought the urge to throw up.

“Put on nice clothe, girl.” She spread out her fleshy thighs beneath the shorts she was putting on. She wore a cropped top and had a black wig on her head. Cyndy watched me change into my skimpy gown and also brushed my hair.
I was dressing absentmindedly. I wasn’t really interested in the night party.

“Are you ready?” Cyndy asked as she finally stood on a not too-high-heels.
“Yes,” I replied, applying final touches on my face and then wearing my bracelet and my earrings.

“Babe, you look hot,” said Cyndy with a half smile.
I smiled sheepishly, admiring myself before the mirror. Cyndy wasn’t looking bad too. She looked classy and elegant. It was 10:53 pm when we got into one of Cyndy's cars.

“Can you drive a car?” she turned to me and smiled.
“No. I can’t,” I replied speedily.
“Don’t worry, darling. I will also teach you.”
“Aww, that will be nice. I can’t wait.”

Cyndy ignited her blue Avalon and we drove off on the tarred road. “Ye” by Burnaboy blasted through the speakers as Cyndy vibed to the lyrics. I looked at the windscreen, the street light was illuminated and the street was deserted. Only a few folks were still on the road. The weather was quite inviting.
Cyndy drove like a guy. She wasn’t even paying attention to the traffic rules. I was calming her down to reduce the limit but she kept on.

Getting to a checkpoint, two policemen flagged us down. Cyndy almost jammed them but God’s willing, the uniform men dodged and she eventually applied break. My heart was pounding faster like a lizard that fell from a tall tree. I thought we already rammed over the duo.

“What's your problem? Are you m*d?” bellowed the fat officer.
“I'm sorry, sir,” replied Cyndy.
“Will you get down from there?” yelled the other officers.

Cyndy and I alighted from the car. The second officer came closer and kept yelling at us for overspeeding.

“Where’s your driving license?” queried the fat officer.

Cyndy opened the car and passed it to him. I just stood there mopping at them as they kept ranting. I was so worried and scared of the unknown. But Cyndy doesn’t seem bothered at all. Having gone through the license, they began to ask us silly questions. Cyndy eventually filled their palms with some naira note and they smiled away. You know, money stops nonsense. They equally cautioned her before we continued.

We drove like about twenty minutes before Cyndy drove to the narrow driveway which was already jam-packed with different exotic cars and machines. I call them machines because they were some sort of unique automobiles that I have never seen all my life. You needed to see how they lined up. I wondered if they were all owned by women.

As we walked to the entrance, we meet three hefty bouncers. They did their thing and we entered. Loud music from an unseen stereo blasted. And the whole environment seemed to dull my head already. It seemed like everyone was staring at us as we stepped in. Cyndy was smiling as she cat walked on her heels. I followed behind her.

There were some ladies in there and it seemed they sat in cliques. I could feel there was some sort of rivalry among them hanging in the air. Cyndy didn’t greet them equally. Some got a hug, others a handshake. She also did like she didn’t see some.

We finally got to sit and enjoy the moment. She left and returned with a glass of wine and cocktails. Some group of girls who sat beside us smoked from a long metal tube. It was later I realized it is called shisha. The way they drag it and not wanting to miss a turn really got me wondering if it was that tasty.

“Why are you dulling yourself? Take some drinks,” Cyndy turned to me.
“This life is just once my dear. You ain’t coming back again when you die. So enjoy your life.” She added.

To feel belonged, I lifted the glass and sipped the content. It tasted more like the very one I drank when Cyndy first met me in the club. I sipped the drink bit by bit and it really doesn’t taste like alcoholic beverages. Cyndy was having fun; she vibed to the lyrics of the hit that came through the speakers.

Each time I turned to look at Cyndy, a cloud of smoke was concealing her face. I was on my second glass when she leaned over and whispered something into my ears. The party jam was loud and I didn’t hear all she said, but I heard the part she said, “Be careful but do enjoy yourself.”

She eventually joined them as they rocked hard to the beat. I had picked another glass of wine when someone walked past. Then, she walked back and paused. I had to look up to see who was standing there. Lo and behold, it was her. Yes, your guess is as good as mine. The lady with four-letter words; two vowels, and two consonants. Lisa stood there as our eyes got locked in contact. I was astonished.



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tell her lisa,she is my girlfriend am looking forward to f/uck

Lmao

Episode 13 ��

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I kept staring at my phone until it stopped ringing. I didn’t know what to tell her if I eventually pick up her call. Like I never expected her call. I had thought Lisa already thrashed me. When my phone rang the second time, I reluctantly swiped right and placed it on my ear.

“Hello, Jane, how are you?”
“I'm fine,” I answered.
“You don’t seem excited hearing my voice again.

Silence.

“I know you are still angry I blocked you. I’m sorry my darling. I’m sorry I overreacted. I’ll make it up to you. Trust me.”

I simply coughed and cleared my throat. She then continued when she didn’t get a response.

“How about we meet this weekend at that same venue? I will make you fall in love with Lisa, I’ll spoil you with goodies,” she boosted.
“I'm sorry, I can’t…”
“Why? Your work schedule or what? Don’t worry, I can talk to Kelvin on your behalf. Trust me, he will allow you.”
“No need for that. You don’t need to call him.”

“Oh! Jane, why are you being rude and stubborn? You don’t want to see Lisa again? Trust me this time around, you’ll be glad our path crossed.”
“I know but things have changed now.”
“How? What do you mean by things have changed?” she queried, raising her voice.

My eye suddenly caught Cyndy as she walked in through the door. I stylishly ended the call while Lisa was still blabbing.

“Who was that?” Cyndy queried.
“My mom,” I answered.
“No. That wasn’t your mom. I know when you talk to your mom and what the conversations sound like,” she turned and stared into my eyes.

I quickly averted my eyes while my heart pounded faster. Could it be that she now knows everything about me and the things I think within me? I was perplexed.

“Oh! Forgive me. That was a friend of mine. She was asking while I haven’t been coming to Jamb lesson again.” I lied again.

“Jane, if there’s one thing I hate, then it’s lies. I don’t entertain lies and let this be the last time you tell me lies,” she commanded.

Silence.

“I'm not the harsh type but I detest lies. I mean, who do you want me to trust
you?”

I got more worried. It seemed Cyndy now knows everything I do which includes my thoughts and imagination.
“I'm sorry,” I stuttered. I had thought she would continue to query me but she didn’t. She simply walked out of my room. She walked straight to the sitting room.

Just when she left, my phone started ringing again, I quickly picked it up and pressed the volume button by the side, making the phone go mute. Oh! God. Lisa will simply implicate me in this house, I murmured.
I slumped tiredly on the bed as I lay on my back on the big and luxurious bed. Random thoughts filled my head and before I knew it, I was already in dreamland.

***
The following day, I got into the bathroom to shower. I inhaled the hot air into my lungs and plunge into the water. There was a long and big bathroom tub that could contain two people in there. It was whitened that I could see myself on it. The bathroom itself was spacious enough to have five people inside it at the same time. I wondered why they wasted such space for just the bathroom.

I was feeling so weak, so I went into the bathroom tub and sat. I winced a little as the wound on my neck was exposed to water, yet I was reluctant to get out of the tub. I held my breath until I couldn’t hold in any longer. Tears trickled down my eyes realizing I was a fool for trusting Cyndy. I wished I could get out of the house and save myself from this sex slavery but I can’t let my mom and Chucks down. I already promised them a good life. I can’t withstand going broke again. Kelvin might not take me back. I really don’t want to let my family down by quitting at this point. I still need to collect our house rent from Cyndy.
I still have so many questions for Cyndy but I haven’t seen her since this morning.

“Why are you moody?” I heard her say from behind.
I got up surprised. Since when did Cyndy get into this bathroom? I quickly tried to cover up myself with a short white towel but it wasn’t long enough to cover my body, so I let down my long dark hair to cover my chest.

Cyndy stood there displaying her curvy naked body and small waist. She was looking hot and charming. Truth is, Cyndy was such a beauty. She got curves and a fine face too.

She smiled and within seconds she reappeared from behind blowing small air to my neck, making me shiver. She pulled my hands and I winced. She licked off the water from my arms and kissed me there.

“Shall we pick up from where we stopped yesterday?” she said, smiling sheepishly.

“No. We have had enough. I’m tired.” I closed my eyes and struggled to get out.

Cyndy was too strong. Even since the first night at the hotel, she had proven to be a strong girl. She held me back to the bathroom tub. She took my hair and bend my head backward, so I was meeting her lower half. When I noticed what she wanted to do, I begged her to stop but her smile just grew wider.
I closed my mouth and she took her other hand to pinch my nose. I hated her for doing that because I ran out of breath so I had to open my mouth to breathe and when I did, she kissed my lips and groaned in ecstasy.

She then gradually maneuver the Love Machine till it poked my ass, giving me that pleasure pain. I wanted to get away but I was powerless. With one final thrust, I tried to breathe well when she pulled it out, but my breath seemed faster than usual.
I crawled backward as she moved forward. She looked at me like a psychopathic creature, taking each step to get closer.

Eventually, I slipped from the watery tub and Cyndy took this opportunity and pulled me out and then put me down to the edge of it. I coughed severally from the water that was caught in my throat but Cyndy was very impatient, pulling me towards her while she was standing inside the big tub. She took one of my legs into the sky and over her shoulder. I panted.

“You are going to move more this time,” she winked.
“I don’t want it,” I complained.

She smiled and shoved it straight into my entrance and I arched my back from the pain. She didn’t even get me ready as if she didn’t want to waste any more time, she turned on the vibrator. I screamed at the unbearable pain. I wasn’t even wet enough. I tried getting out of the tub but Cyndy pushed me and said: “This is a new prototype, you will feel an intense amount of pain in there if the Love Machine doesn’t complete its job.

I groaned, but how am I supposed to move with a leg over her shoulder? What was she expecting from me with her smile plastered across her face?

“Help! Please, remove it,” I begged her. The Love Machine felt like it was slicing me up from the inside.
“What's that? I can’t hear you. Help you or f*ck you?” she asked.
“F*ck me!” I yelled.
“With all pleasure my darling,” she smiled.

She began to thrust filling me up with pleasure. I kept moaning out of my head and let my hand travel down to my clitoris. I found myself enjoying the sex and started to clash with the Love Machine.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” Cyndy teased.
I muffled out my words. She didn’t like it, so she pinched my clit, making me moan out in pain. “Y—yes,” I answered.

She let out a smile satisfied at my answer, she puts down my leg. She got up from the bathroom tub and clashed her body with mine, breast to breast. Her nipples were grinding on mine. I couldn’t help but moan endlessly into her mouth as her tongue moved deeply into my throat, giving me an extreme amount of pleasure. She flipped us around and I sat upright.

“I want to see you dance,” she said. Her hands went up to my nipples and caressed them. I moaned and decided to use big movements to help turn the pain into pleasure. One more sensational pinch, I exploded and Cyndy cum too.
I could feel her juices on my belly. I got off her lap and almost fell to the tiled floor. Cyndy was quick to get hold of me. When I thought she was going for more, she took me up into her arms and placed me inside the bathroom tub. She carefully cleaned my body like I was a baby doll.

She held me close to her as we walked out of the bathroom and straight to my room. There, she gave me a peck on my forehead and caressed my cheeks. She looked deeply into my eyes and for a moment, she looked kind, sweet, and caring and I found myself loving the sensation. But Cyndy came up with a question that threw me off balance.

“Who is Lisa?” she asked, smiling.

Damn! How did she know about Lisa?



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Episode 12

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“Who is that?” Cyndy asked.
“My mom.”
I quickly swiped right and my mom’s voice pierced through the phone. “Jane, how are you?”
“I'm fine mom.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, mom. I’m fine.”

I cleared my throat because it seemed my voice was kinda low.
“How is Chucks? Hope you both are fine?”
“Yes, we are. I’m still worried about the house rent and..”
“Don’t worry, before time elapses, we will settle them,” I interrupted.
“Well, if you say so.”
“Yes, we will. Just don’t worry about it.”

She hung up.


Cyndy couldn't wait for me to drop my phone, she immediately placed her lips on my neck, sucking them, giving me a wave of pleasure. She placed the Love Machine in between my breast and took my boobs with her hands. She began to move back and forth. Cyndy was moaning. I wanted all of this to be over, but she began to kiss me all over the neck. Her hands traveled back to my entrance poking it with her fingers. I couldn’t fight the moan.

“You are still so tight,” she said.
“Ugh..ha,” Cyndy smiled, stuffing her fingers into my entrance, thrusting in and out, and faster. Before I knew what was happening, she no longer moved and used her other hand to pinch my clit. I arched my body forward at the reaction and gasped.

“Cy…n..dy, Ugh!” I couldn’t speak. My moaning was taking control of me.
“Perfect,” she said, taking both my legs and adjusting to her. I needed to speak. Too late. I felt the tip of the Love Machine entering my entrance. I winced at the pain as she pushed what seemed like a nine-inch Love Machine into me. It was big and it hurts. And she wasn’t slowing down. She just moaned out in pleasure like she was feeling it inside of me. A tear slipped past my eyes.

I looked at her and she leaned down, kissing my tears away. She began to thrust again. I wished she could go slow, but she couldn’t control her lust and decided to go rough. She gave me one hard push and I was filled with pain inside. I squirmed but I couldn’t fight back.
Cyndy was still pinning me down into the bed with her hands and each thrust was painful. The Love Machine was expanding in me. I wanted to hold back my release but she forcefully let me cum and she did as well.

I was sweating again. She pulled out the Love Machine and my whole stuff felt sore. I panted hard. She flipped me around and pulled my leg into her. I was confused when she pulled my body as I landed in a dog position.

Once again, I felt the tips of the Love Machine at the entrance of my ass. I shook my head, but like what she had done earlier, she thrust it into me without any warning. I moaned out in pain. Painful tears crawled down my eyes as she moved inside of me and I was frozen in place. I moaned out even more helplessly when she slapped my ass and at the same time thrust in.

When Cydny got bored, she traveled up to my breast, caressing them and pinching them. I was at my limit and as if sensing that, she quickly cum with her last moan. She pulled out the Love Machine and I fell into the bed. I was so tired. She walked up to me with her knees and sat on top of me. I shook my head. “No more.” She shook her head too and then spread my leg. She held her Love Machine in place of my entrance. I kept shaking my head helplessly as she shoved it into my entrance. I gasped.

Not letting me rest, she pulled my body up, and I was left sitting on her lap with her Love Machine inside of me. She pressed something on her back and it was another vibrator Love Machine. I hug Cyndy to support myself. It really hurt.

“Move,” she commanded.
“I can’t. It hurts.”
“You have to move, Jane.”

The Love Machine vibrated more violently when I didn’t move. In the end, I found myself moving according to Cyndy's wishes. The pain started to subside and filled me with unwanted pleasure. I started to move faster and faster, letting the big giant Love Machine fill in my entrance. The faster it goes in the lesser pain I felt. I moaned out with pleasure. I found my hand cupping my breasts and I played with it.
Cyndy seemed to like my moves. At that point, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I needed her.

Surprisingly, I dived in hungrily for Cyndy's lips to feel more pleasure, asking her to take me. And to my request, she did and I pulled her up towards my body to feel more intimacy. She pulled me down towards the bed to take charge. Our sweaty bodies clashed with one another. She pounded hard into me with the Love Machine.

And with each thrust, I screamed out in pleasure. I was breathing hard like I had run a marathon. She kissed my lips and played with them.
“You are beyond amazing. And now to fully claim that you are mine…”

I didn’t understand what she meant until she went on the side of my neck and I felt something sharp touch my skin. My eyes widened but I was worn out to move. I screamed out in pain.

“What just happened?” I turned and looked up at her. She smiled and went into the bathroom. I touched my neck and I felt blood drip. My heart pounded faster than usual. Is Cyndy a vampire or what? I pondered, not brave enough to say it out

“I'm not a vampire,” she said and dashed out on a white towel.
“How did you know what I was thinking?” I got more worried but she simply smiled and sat beside me while I stared in awe.

“Still surprised? I’m not any of those things you think. I only said what I feel you might think of. It’s simple.”

“Hmmm.. You got me scared. By the way, what do you do for a living? And when do I start?

Cyndy simply giggled.

“Good question. Well, I’m many things. I do a lot for a living.” She smiled.
“A lot? Like?”
“Like what we just did minutes ago.”
“And what exactly was that?”
“Are you really asking me that?”
“Yes.”

She smiled sheepishly.

“Well, as I said earlier, I am many things. I connect young lesbians to rich ones. I’m as well a filmmaker, a movie director, and an actress,” she paused.
“An actress?” I queried speedily.
“Yes. I’m not popular on the screen but I make ten times what those big names make.”

I was excited on realizing Cyndy was into movies.
“Wow! I’d like to be part of your crew. Acting has been my dream right from childhood,” I said.
“Oh! Really? Do you want to act? Sure you got the bold vibes to stand before the camera?”
“Yesss,” my exciting response.
“Well, you need to pass through the audition first and foremost there is always a price to pay.”

“Price? How much?”
“It's not monetary…”
“0k. What?”
“I'll tell you when the time is right. It will interest you to know that some of those big names paid some prices to go get to fame. But it’s nothing to worry about. I know you are brave and you’ll do anything to get to the top. Won’t you?”

I suddenly became mute. What other price could be involved again? I contemplated.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll be glad you took this bold step. It'll change your life and all you need is to brave up for what is to come.

I simply nodded my head like an agama lizard.

“As for the secretary work, I will tell you what you will be doing before my secretary returns.” She patted my back.
“Okay,” I replied lamely.”

“Another thing, I’ll also be traveling on air from one state to another for my movie shoots and other events. I’d need to process your traveling documents as well, so you could join me on some assignments before my secretary returns.”

I couldn't contain my joy when she said that. Among everything she said, the traveling got me more excited. It brightened my mood.

“Just sit back and relax. You are on your way to being a rich girl. You might even forfeit your dream of furthering your studies.”

She walked into her bedroom.

***

So, it’s been less than twenty-four hours of moving into Cyndy's apartment, the acclaimed life changer and my lesbian partner. I found out that I was really curious about paying a price as Cyndy said. Even though I felt it was sexually related stuff, but Cyndy made it look like it was beyond that.
I haven’t even been to the airport before and knowing I’d get to travel by air very soon made my belly fill. I was elated.

Simply being in an airport was enough to get me excited. Potential encounters and an impending adventure. Meeting with top celebrities and actresses was something I couldn’t wait to happen. It made a lot of buzzing energy. Contemplating these comings and goings seemed to have struck a chord with me on a visceral level.

I dragged through to the last page of apps on my phone, pulled up the WhatsApp home screen, and logged in. The first message I saw was from Lisa. And it read thus:
“Jane, how are you? Can we see? Let’s talk when you are online.”

Wait, Lisa unblocked me? I glued to my phone screen and she was online as well.
About thirty seconds later, my phone rang and it was Lisa calling.



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While we drove to Cyndy's apartment, I was becoming more and more nervous. I regretted not taking out the novel that I had been reading. ‘The Last Days At Forcados High School’ by A.H Mohammed. The recommended Jamb novel that year.
Aside from that, reading helps calm down my nerves. It’s one of my favorite hobbies.

Not long my phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out to see a message from my brother.
“You already left?”

A smile was brought to my lips and I decided to take a video of myself inside the car and sent it to him. He quickly messaged me back on WhatsApp with a shocking emoji which made me laugh.

“Chucks, we are on our way. Everything here is VIP. Wait for my return and I'll buy up all your favorite stuff.

“Hmmm. I can’t wait oo. My sis is all blown now,” he texted back.

I couldn’t stop smiling as tears rolled down my cheeks. I was already missing my family. I love them so much, but leaving the house would allow me to grow independently. It was something I wanted to do for a long time, but couldn’t. All because I didn’t want my mom to be alone and lack someone to cook and take care of her.

“Chucks, make sure you take care of mom and make sure you always lock all the doors when no one is around. I’ll call you often.”

“Don’t worry about us. We'll be fine. I’ll take care of mom, too. Just be fine and take care of yourself.”

“Alright, bro.”

***

We finally drove into the big mansion. Chris opened the door. I walked down and looked in awe. It was something I have always watched in the movies. Big garden with a big white angelic fountain pouring the water down with its vase.
I walked up the white staircase and the moment the door opened up, maids stood there; they stood in a row bowing down to greet me. “Welcome, ma,” they chorused.

I really felt out of place when Cyndy came out dressed in formal attire. I couldn’t help but stare for a while. It was like cupid shot an arrow into my heart. When she appeared in front of me, butterflies were crawling inside my belly. I held them in place.

She arched her eyebrow. “Have you fallen for me?” she whispered into my ears when she embraced me.

“Huh?”

She chuckled. I said, “Have you fallen for me, miss Jane?” she kissed my forehead. I looked at the maids shyly and hung my head low. I didn’t know how to react to the situation. Cindy was laughing.

“Such a shy, kitten.”
“No, I’m not shy,” I blushed.
“Shut up! You are,” she said jokingly.
“Come on, let me show you to your room.”

I quickly nodded. I was already in a hurry to go in because I was never good at crowds, but I guess as her new secretary, I’d have to get used to it. I planned to take my bag but a maid got it first and smiled at me. Let me help you,” she said.
“Oh! Thank you.”

We walked up to one of the two stairs that connect the two stairs. I followed behind Cyndy. I looked around the mansion, everything was designed in white. There was a chandelier hanging from above in gold. There were so many rooms. It felt like I was inside a shopping mall and I could get lost in it.
I tried to memorize the road to my bedroom and fortunately, it wasn’t complicated. It was all to the left of the entrance of the mansion. I said I was going to make a video of the house and send it to Chucks.

It felt like I came for a very expensive vacation. I gasped in surprise at the things my eyes saw. My bedroom was grand and I couldn’t imagine what Cyndy's room would be like if my bedroom was already the size of an apartment. Cyndy caught me admiring the room and she smiled.

I ignored her, placing my hand on the sofa and touching the bed. Oh, God! They were so soft. I couldn’t stop smiling until I felt a hand rubbing my butt. I turned around immediately, Cyndy was grinning. I looked over at the door, they were already shut. I hiccuped at the situation as we were left alone.

She smiled and I began to walk backward until I felt my back hit the wall. She slammed her hand onto the wall, trapping me in between. I swallowed my saliva. I turned my head to the side. I tried to ignore her face but as expected of her, she didn’t let me. She grabbed my chin, holding it in place as she placed her lips on mine and her hands went up to my top, but I wasn’t going to allow her to have her way.

As if she was sensing my distress, she pulled us apart. She smiled at me warmly and that caused my breath to hitch. She chuckled and went up to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes, but I was dumbfounded by her movements. She was going so slow on me and I didn’t know how to react.
When I thought she wasn’t going to do anything, I felt the button on my jeans was left open. “No,” I whispered.

However, Cyndy being her didn’t listen. She continued to kiss my lips but I kept my mouth shut, keeping myself in place. At the same time, her hands went inside my jeans. My eyes went big and I shook my head. She smiled devilishly and rubbed my clit. I gasped; my mouth was wide open. Her lips crashed into mine, taking in the motion, controlling every inch of my mouth. She was planning to take control of my body. Her tongue was venturing in deeper and deeper. In the end, I ended up placing my hand on her clothes, grabbing them to support myself. I couldn’t really hold my body together anymore.

When she noticed my distress, she stuck both her knees and my body fell on top of them. I let out a moan when my stuff hit her knees hard. I looked up at Cyndy, my face was filled with embarrassment and it made her growled for more. It was hurtful with my legs wide open and her knees started rubbing against me. I moaned and she continued. She smirked and leaned in for my mouth while I panted. She easily succeeded in taming my mouth as I let out a couple of more moans into her mouth.

When she separated us, a trail of wet saliva formed between us. I panted hard and was weak all over from her touch. She pushed me onto the bed, knowing fully well that my body was left at her mercy with little strength left in me. I backed away from her. Then Cyndy climbed onto the bed. She launched onto me and took off my top easily and pulled away the jeans from my leg.
She stared at my figure. “Sexy as hell,” she uttered.

I wanted to complain but she captured my lips and before I could speak, she was pinning my hands as she lay on top of me. She really loves to toy with my tongue.
Hungry for more, she ran her hand from my chest down to my legs and up again until she decided to unclasp my bra from behind and moved down to my butt. A tear streamed down my eyes when I felt her finger in my ass and her other hand was messing with my breast, caressing them and pinching them, I moaned. I clutched onto the bed sheet.

She looked up at my reaction and quickly took my bra off and then unzips her underwear, and I could see she was wearing a Love Machine, but this time, it seemed different. The Love Machine looked longer and it matches the color of her skin and it looked attached to her body like they were original.
“Please, let’s not do this,” I said, placing my hand on Cyndy's cheeks.
“You are beautiful. I can’t hold back,” she said.

Just then, my phone rang and when I checked, it was my mom calling.




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Sorry guy for the mixed up.
Episode 10 came before 9.


I'll post 11 now