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(22)
Vince opened slowly the slightly latched door. "Anyone home?" He moved in unsteadily and moped around the living room for a sign of human. The living room alone described the social status of the owners of the house. From sophisticated furnitures to fancy interior designs and expensive home appliances. Vince stood astound awhile, staring at the house owner's weeding photos hanged against the wall before he yelled again, "Anyone home." He was already a step backward when he heard approaching footsteps on the stairs. "Hello," Vince yelled, "Hey..." a feminine voice rose and died that instant. He moved that he's able to see the whole stairs but to his dismay he saw no one. He climbed the stairs till he got to an entrance leading to a room. Same feminine voice rose, "come in." He opened the door. Liz laid on the bed with
a white robe on. "Ma?" Vince stuttered. "Thanks for coming," She said seductively.
"Ma, you sounded..."
"Don't worry, he's fine now."
"Where is he?"
"He's at the hospital."
"Its not severe?"
"He will be fine."
"I brought documents to be signed."
"Leave it..."
Liz rose from the bed. Revealing slightly her sumptuous tit-s. "I wanted to see you, she said, pulling forward to him while Vince pulled back. "Its not right," he said in a mild tone. She removed her robe. Bringing to light her irate bulging bo-obs. Vince stood bemoaned. Not knowing what he's next line of action should be. She moved and clutched him. He tried hurling her away but couldn't resist been at close knit to her soft succulent bre-ast. He couldn't help but hold her tight to himself. He was hard. He pushed her to the bed and they made love... She moaned, gasped for breath, pricked his hairy chest... He hit her hollow hard. Different sex positions. She moaned the loudest at the time of orgasm. He poured a load of cream in her that made her wished she had licked them instead. He stood from the bed. His di-ck erect. She was tempted to suck the life of it. He hitherto picked his clothe from the floor and wore them. He felt displeased with himself but couldn't erase memories of the sex they had. It reminded him of the first. "You don't have to go," She said like she was about crying. "I have to. Your husband would be back soon," he said like they have been caught in the act before.
"I don't think he will be discharged from the hospital today."
"Anything can happen or maybe the driver may return..."
"There's something I wanted you to know."
"What?"
"I poisoned him. He may not survive it"
"What?"
"I am doing this for us..."
A horn of a vehicle outside the building disrupted their conversation.
"Its my husband."

(21)
Bianca's tit-s pricked him. Her boo-bs seemed heavier to him. As he held it with his both hands. He felt like licking the hem of her tit-s. A mouthful of her mammary gland. His co-ck was flaccid however. He could finger her but he knew she would ask for more. He had wasted loads of spe-rm that day. He couldn't get over his obsession for Liz. Not while she kept pestering him to fu-ck her. So they fu-cked in a hotel that day before he returned home. Bianca was in her translucent night gown, revealing her derelict reddened tit-s lying on the bed. It was obvious she was in the mood. So she made the move before he could say a word.
"Your bo-obs are bigger hon," Vince smudged it. "You like it?" Bianca in a low romantic tone. "I love it," Vince excitingly retorted. "Then feel it," She pressed his hand hard against it. "Feel me hon," She said like she was about crying.
"I am tired."
"You are always tired. How are we going to make babies when you are always tired?"
"We will..."
"When? Are you seeing another woman?"
"No..."
"You know I know when you lie."
"Don't start Bianca. I am just tired from work."
Vince stood angrily from the bed and headed to the bathroom as Bianca threw tantrums.
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"You loved her?"
"Its complicated Bianca."
"What's Complicated about the fact that you publicly revealed to the world that you loved your mistress? The woman you are accused of killing." Vince remained silent. "I am done," Bianca said cleaning imminent tears from her eyes. "I am sorry Bianca," Vince remorsefully said. "You are always sorry. You never took the Reverend warnings. He told you a woman will pull you into a trench. He warned you of a Temptation that was bound to destroy," Bianca said with angst. "I was a fool to have taken it lightly," Vince said. Bianca stood from where she once sat. Her eyes flooded with tears. "Only God can save you now," She said.

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(20)
Vince never knew what he was up against not until he was in the court room. Charged with the murder of Liz, the woman he was romantically involved with... She was stabbed to death with a cleaner-knife at her neck area and her stomach. The prosecutor argued that the accused tried to strangulate her but couldn't successfully overpower her. In a desperate bid to kill her, he stabbed her with the cleaner-knife on her chin to weaken her. *The Murder Weapon laid unused on the camtray on top of the table in the deceased's hotel room that night.* The DA-- Barrister Turner argued that her client couldn't have been the killer based on the autopsy report that the deceased died 2 hours earlier to the time her client arrived the scene. Liz made a call to him prior to her death of her distress. She was coerced, He took advantage of it..., his cohort did. Whatever may be case Vince saw light fade on him as he stood in the court stand.
"What relationship existed between you and the deceased?"
"She was my....boss. I was her..."
"You had an affair with her?"
"Yes."
The crowd roared. "The night of her death, she made a call..." The indistinct chatter by the crowd worsened.
"The night of her death, she made a call to you what did she say?"
"I can't remember the exact word. She wanted me to come. She sounded frightened."
"Her life was in danger?"
"Yes."
"You rushed to save her. Because you care for her?"
"I loved her." The Crowd mumbled.
"That would be all my Honour." Barrister Turner took a bow. The prosecutor took the spotlight. Barrister Vuz. Dark skinned. 6ft5. Gigantic man in his late forties. Vince heart almost popped out as Vuz approached.
"You said the deceased was your boss? Your boss or boss wife?
"Both..."
"Because you were sleeping with her? No, you said you loved her. How can you even say that with your wife in this court?"
"I loved her there was no way I would have killed her."
"Your DNA is over the murder weapon. How do you explain that?"
"I don't know."
"You impregnated her. You loathe she wanted to keep it. It would thwart your plans to usurp Dan Module's wealth. The unending trial to kill the man..."
"I don't know what you are saying."
"You conspired with Liz. When your conspirator became weak. She became the victim."
"That's not true."
"What's true then?"
"I didn't kill her," Vince raised his voice and expressed terribly emotional.
"That would be all for now..."

(19)
Someone opened the door and swiftly Vince pulled his trouser up and pushed backwards while Liz wore back her coat. A man walked in. A languid dark in complexion man with a faint smile on his face. "What Salim?" Liz hissed, frowning in disgust. "Am I disturbing...?" Salim asked sarcastically. "What do you want?" Liz asked and moved to sit on the swivel chair while Vince turned to the direction Salim stood like he was about leaving. Both men took a stare at each other. A stare of angst and spite. "Ok Vince, I will look into it," Liz said, balanced on the swivel chair. With a light frown on her face. Vince moved almost bumping into Salim who took his stance despite been the reverse opposite of Salim, who's less muscular compared to his counterpart. "What does he want?" Salim asked with angst. "None of your business," Liz said. "I warn you, don't push me," Salim said, pointing his hands at her.
"Are you threatening?"
"You know me Liz. I will tell Chief everything."
" You cannot. You know what's at stake"
"I will rather die than watch this happen to me."
"I have plans Salim. I don't know why you are so paranoid?"
"What's his role in this?"
"Chief trust him. He's our key. I will use him to achieve our motives."
"Its risky..."
"Trust me..."
"If anything goes wrong its on you. You think you got him wrapped around your fingers?"
Liz remained silent, she pondered whether she really had Vince wrapped around her fingers.
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Vince took a long breathe of the air in the visitor's room. There were no more electrocution as Barrister Turner had intervened so he appeared slightly depressive. It was like he saw a spook, Mr. Sponky sat facing him. With a sadistic smirk on his face. "What do you want?" Vince asked after a deep breath. "Dan Module sent me," Salim said. "You know what he wants. You know what he needs you to do," Salim continued. "I don't know," Vince said with angst. "I won't..."He continued.
"You will be a fool not to. "
"I am not a fool."
"You are. Liz fooled You. You were wrapped around her skirts."
"I loved her."
"You were even a bigger fool to. You think she would elope with You? With Chief's wealth?"
"She changed..."
"That's why she died."
Vince reclined heavily. He peeked a suspicious glance at Salim. Salim looked calm. "You killed her," Vince said assuredly. "You did..." Salim said.

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(18)
"I am not sure. Let just let it be."
"Then we have nothing more to say."
"Wait. Dan Module."
"How sure are you?"
"She once said he threatened her life."
"Why?"
"I don't know. She was so Afraid...."
"She was probably paranoid?"
Vince paused like he was contemplating about what she said, he pulled his seat backwards like he was taking a breeder from her. However guilt was written over his face. He remained silent until she spoke: "He must probably have a reason for killing her." She paused observing his mood. " He's there something you are keeping from me?" She continued. "No," He replied with guilt still written on his face. "Its complicated," He continued and acted like he was fed up with their meeting. Barrister Turner stood from her seat, her face blazed. "First we solicit for a bail. Second we prove your innocence. Third we uncover the real culprit. Are you in?"
She stretched her hands out. Vince stood, shook her and said: " Thank you..." "Don't thank me. Your money would thank me when we win," She said sarcastically.
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The following day Vince went to work like nothing happened. He arrived the office later than usual. 9:00 am. He went straight to his office. Put out his office logs on display. Put the PC on. Let the computer flash and was on it when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in..." A beautiful slim 5ft tall lady probably in her mid twenties walked in nimbly. "Good morning sir," her feminine voice raised. " Morning." Vince replied tentatively. She dropped piles of files on his desk. "Tea or cofee Sir?" She asked, with a seductive smile on her fiercely polished face. "Tea please..." He replied as he moved the files closer to him. She nodded and swirl back revealing her skunk backside. She turned to notice he wasn't even staring at her backside. "Mrs Module called. She wanted you in her office when you arrive," she said with discord in her lips. "Ok. You can live," Vince retorted. She seemed like she had more to say, however she walked out; almost straining her as-s and hi-ps.

Vince arrived Liz's office 10:00 am. She sat on the swivel chair. She wore a dark coat with loosed buttons and a white hugging blouse with a skirt made of drape. She appeared protrude on the chair. However what appeared enlarged to Vince was her bo-obs. She smiled as he walked in and frowned as he sat.
"Morning Ma," Vince said almost bowing. Morning Sweet..."
Liz said seductively. "I am sorry..." He acted like he misunderstood her. She moved from her seat and sat on the lap of a seated Vince. "Please Ma." Vince acted irritated. "What?" She asked quizzically. "We can't do this. What happened yesterday was a mistake," Vince sounded like meant every word he was saying. Liz lifted herself from him and stood in front him. "Then walk out." She ordered. Vince stood facing her. He was about moving when she grabbed his balls. He stood there. Writhing as her bo-obs pop out her blouse and he could see her nip-ples take shape. She squeezed his balls till she started caressing his Pe-nis head. He was so hard that he felt like cumming. He planted his lips toward hers' and pushed her to the wall. She began to moan. He however covered her mouth to prevent her from been heard. As he pulled his trouser down exposing his ruler length di-ck, someone opened the door.

(17)
"Its started a long time ago. We met at a bar once and again at a party. I didn't know she was married," Vince Lips bristled.
"You didn't. But after You knew."
"Yes."
"Why did you...?"
"Are you a lawyer or what?"
"I am a counselor..."
"Well I need a Lawyer."
"Your wife told me the deceased seduced you."
"Why are we having this conversation?"
"Because I want to help you."
Vince was quiet fora while as if was pondering about what she said. "Then do," Vince sighed. "I demand to know the whole..." Barrister Turner said with ease. Barrister Eva Turner wore a black suite. She'd fiery eyes and smart looks. She's quite eloquent and masqueline. "So you're a lawyer?" Vince asked. " Yes I am. So?" Barrister Turner replied.
"It started after the board meeting I was made her vice. We'd sex. And sex other times," Vince paused. "And?" Barrister Turner asked like there were more he was leaving behind. Vince expressed like he was bewildered. "Was there any fracas between the two of you before her death?" She asked. Vince was mute a while before replying: "Yah."
"What was the cause?"
"She was pregnant, she wanted to keep it."
"You were against it, I believe?"
"Yah. I was confused. I couldn't live with it."
"So you killed her?"
"What?"
"That's an intent to kill."
"I didn't."
"Your DNA is over the murder weapon." She brought out a a typed paper from her bag and placed it on the table. Vince face's dimmed with grief. "I was frammed," He said. "Are you sure?" She asked. "You impregnated her. You were against her keeping it. Ofcourse you killed her." She continued. "Why are you here, if you think I kill her?" Vince asked. "Just wanted to know," She heaved herself like she was about going out of the visiting room.

" Who do you suspect then?" She asked and raised her eye brow. The hardened look on Vince face disappeared. His face nerves eased.
He wore a look like he just realized that someone aside him must have murdered her. "I think I know who did it..."

(16)
"Wake Vince. You've to eat som..."
" I am glad to see you, but why did it take long for you to come visit me?
"Eat..."
Vince stared at the food like he suspected that it was poisoned.
"Its not poisoned. They wouldn't let me bring it in if..." Bianca voice sounded almost like how she appeared. Worn out. Drained. Betrayed. "I am very sorry Bianca..." Vince said remorsefully. "There is so many things I want to say. Say to you. O God I can't. Why Vince? Why do this to me? I can't God. Be sincere," Bianca said aggrievedly. "I didn't do it believe me Bianca," Vince said with his voice lowered. "You slept with her. You lied. You always lie. Why should I believe you?" Bianca said and wiped her tears off. "Because you know me. I am not capable of murder," Vince said almost beating his chest. "I don't know what you are capable of. You were there. The Police have evidence," Bianca said.
"They framed me."
"And you want me to believe that."
"Believe me. I did sleep with her a thousand times but I didn't kill her."
"Oh God. You bastard Vincent."
"Please Bianca. Forgive me. You've to help me. "
"How?"
"Get me lawyer. I won't go without a fight. They forcing me accept a crime I didn't commit."

Bianca expressed like she'd suddenly came to believe him. As He clutched his hands towards hers. She reacted to it like it was romantic of him to touch her hands after bleeping his Boss which he denied for long not to be having an intimate relationship with. "I don't know what to believe Vince. Wasn't I a good wife? Wasn't I good in bed? What did she have that I don't? What did she offer you? Money, promotion, treasures...?" Bianca voice had began rising. "It started as a night stand and now I can't even stand at night." Vince said with the intention of explaining but like he was discouraged by her reaction to his sad tale. "I could get a Lawyer. A friend of mine back then in school," Bianca said with the intention of giving him hope. "Thank you," Vince clutch her hands and she swiftly remove it. "I have to go. Make sure to eat." Bianca stands. Vince stands with her. "Promise me you will not forsake me in your prayers." Vince said smiling into her eyes. Before she could say something the Police officer at the door post call the visit to an end. "What of Reverend...?" Vince asked swiftly almost stuttering. Bianca walked out not giving him a reply.

Vince was hurled back to his cell. In the shades of the dim solitary confinement. He thought of Liz. How beautiful she looked in his dream. So spotless. So innocuous. Her hairs like an angel of God. Opposite from who she was on earth. Promiscuous. Wayward woman who brought this Temptation to his life.

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(15)
Vince woke to realize it wasn't a dream after all. It was him on an electric chair about to be electrocuted. "Say it, just say it... And ease your pains," the husky voice of Inspector James hit the roof. "I didn't do it. Please," Vince bawled. "Do you want to die?" Inspector James threatened with his bloodily red eyes appearing like they were about jotting out. "Please have mercy Sir," Vince begged. "You are not serious, you were caught red handed. You are still denying ehm? Na mai hand You wan die abi?" Inspector James said angrily, banging his both hands on the table and stood from where he once sat facing Vince. "You better confess Oh!!. We don't have time," He continued. "Please can I see my wife?" Vince asked. "You can't. Not untill you comply," Inspector James said brashly. "I have rights buh..." Vince sniveled. "Oh!! Rights. Do I need to remind you whose wife you murdered? You better sharap there or I will cut your tongues out and feed them to you. No murderer has rights" Inspector James said sarcastically and walked out.

Minutes later, two police officer walked in briskly. Putting a hardened smile. One held a baton and the other a rope. The one with rope frantically cross it over Vince and tied him sturdily to the electric chair. As Vince jerked to be released from it the one with the baton hits him hard on his fore head inflicting blisters on it. Vince screeched loud. That didn't perturbed them from powering the electric chair. "This is a message from Dan Module," one with a head that resembles a disabled winter yam said sarcastically. Vince could feel his bones crackle. Cracked into pieces. He felt numb. He felt electricity move in him like a shock of venom. He felt the shock like winter cold that cripples. Deafens. Blinds. Mutilates. He felt insane. He saw the shadows of madness around him. He felt pain. Pain of death. Then He must say what they want. "I didn't do it..." Vince voice rose and dissipate in no time. " Just say it. What we want you to say. Face the recorder now." The voice of the police man that spoke sounded like he was the one electrocuted.
" Let me die..."
"You will die."

Vince opened his eyes. He saw himself seated in the cloud. He wore white and a crown. He felt no pain. He closed his eyes having a breath of fresh breeze. He heard a voice. A lady's voice . It sounded like Liz's voice. "Come up Vince." He opened his eyes she was right in front of him.

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Vince heard voices behind him. "Freeeeeeez." He was shocked hitherto he turned to view. The voices rose fiercely hindering him from getting a glimpse of them. He squated with his both hands on his head. They pushed him to the bathroom door frame, forcing his knees on the blood painted tiles. "Hands in the air," the voices sounded more like an individual spoke then. Vince raised his hands high and the next he heard was a co-ck of gun. That made him shudder and he closed his eyes tight. The room was silent for a sec. Before, he felt pronged like he was been searched for weapons. Next, his heaved hands were forced down and handcuffed. He was forced to stand; and there he met at sight, he's assailers. Three policemen dressed in mufti and police vests. "You are under arrest, you've right to remain silent. For anything you say would be used against you in the law court," one of the policemen spoke with astute seriousness. Vince remained silent. It seemed like a terrible nightmare he terribly needed to wake from.

He was hurled down stairs. Through the reception, the bar and the parking lot to outside the gate where the police van was parked. He was hurled in the van. And the police van vanished into the night with the siren blowing like they were heading to hell. Vince must have fallen asleep. He didn't notice when they arrived the police station despite the high pitched voices of the policemen, banging on their walkie-talkie and screaming at the radio waves. He was nudged awake and hauled into a dark cell with no ventilation.

One night, he was brought out of the cell. Two burly policemen pulled him out. He was frailed and tattered looking. He pushed him to a seat. An electric chair. He was going to be interrogated about the murder he saw.

Who Killed Liz?

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(13)
It all went down like this: Vince took a drag of cigarette and a sip of soda in a haggling bar at the heart of the city and the heat of summer, watching two bartenders drag their feets, wearing see through lingeries; exposing their irate ti-ts and bosoms . He took a last drag of the fiery cigar and burnt his tongue. "Damn..." He screeched low. Hurriedly emptied the bottle of soda on his burnt tongue. Had a sigh of relief like the soda diminished the fiery sensation he felt on his tongue. When apparently his tongue hurts like there was a big sore on his tongue.

Vince staggered out of the stool he once seated. Took a leap forward before dashing on the floor. There was an outburst of laughter in the air. Vince hadn't felt more embarrassed before. He had given up on faith. He had backslided. He gave in to temptation. This were consequences he was bound to face. Liz had news for him that noon. She was heavy with expectations. An offspring of their sultry adultery. He banged his head against the wall. Frowned and rebuked her. He banged the door against her face and shut her up. He noticed she was bitter. He felt worse. He thought of drinking to stupor and drowning in it. He found himself in same bar they met and wanted to feel again how normal it would have been if it had ended at a night stand.

The night was dark. Vince never knew how deep he was into the night. Bianca didn't call to ask his whereabouts. Very unusual of her. Getting to the exit of the bar his phone rang. It was Liz. She must have been calling all through. He picked. "Hey..." Vince drooled. "Vince Please come," She sounded petrified like she was in a grave danger. " Why?" He asked with disinterest. "Please come, shh..." The line cuts. Vince was more bemoaned himself. He felt a strong cold ran to his spines. It was evident Liz wasn't feigning she was in danger. He hurriedly stopped a taxi. Who took him to the hotel she lodged. He went straight to the room she checked in. Having bypassed the hotel's protocols. The doorlock wasn't latched. The door loosely open to the night wind that hurled it to and fro gently.

Vince entered with the strange cold that ran through his system. His steps falters with every drag. The room appeared like there was a brawl in there. It took a while before he discovered the trail of sunken blood on the tile leading him to the bathroom. As he opened the bathroom. Liz laid in the bathtub unclad. Covered in blood. She was lifeless and she appeared white washed. Vince took a sip of air. He was about to shout but before he could he heard voices from his back. They shouted...

(10)
It was two years later I'd began growing brownish thick hairs on my armpits and very bright gold coloured hairs on my head. I reeked like rabbits. I'd become anomaly emaciated. I felt the hems of my bones like knife edge plunging my innards. I was darker. Taller. Fiercer. The Insurgents trained us to race fast like cheetahs. They taught us the art of murder. They taught us endurance, fervour, angst and vengeance. I felt like them. I felt like I hated who I was. Innocuous little boy from the Northern ends of Adamawa. I felt I hated the world. I felt i hated all they hated.

Two years back, I squirmed, screamed and cried for Pa, Ma and Nimi. All the days light and dark nights. I became tired of sorrows. I became bitter. I became tired of bitterness. I became wicked. I wanted to be wicked. I hungered for it. Yes, I smile to myself when we raid communities. I killed a young boy at the border village. I gorged his eye sockets out. I stabbed a soldier till I heard him say his last words in a fading motion.

For weeks we moved down down. Deep into the forest. We'd lost our camp to the Nigerian soldiers. We were at the stead of reinforcing. Bouncing back to the horizon. Turning the wheel for our course. Taking that which we had been deprived of...

Sharabutu moved swiftly to the burning woods, where about six of the insurgents and i sat cyclically around the burning woods. He quickly spewed water at the brooding flames and watched as the flames died slowly. The night went from been fiery red to dark purple . He tied a scarf over his head almost covering his face. He's Bazooka was heaved and seemed glued to his fore limbs. He appeared a bit exhausted. Like he ran miles to get to where we were. His deep choking voice entrapped the air at our direction as he said: "The Chief-commandant dead..." It must had been a mistake, he didn't actually say that, did he? What I had always wished and dreamt of. The man who caused terror on me was dead!! I was going to be free!! The atmosphere was still and unsaturated. The night mourned. Sharabutu tall and burly figure rose in the haze. He lowered his armors and Bazooka as he stood in the dark shades of the night. He was going to say something, however he just wiped like a baby.

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He frantically hurled her to the office desk. Bent her over and amassed his weight on her. Practically sending documents on the desk loose. "Oh damn ...," She moaned as he kissed her slippery lips. Botched cheeks. Blenched chin. Protruding bu-st. He couldn't fight to detour from it as she laced his body to hers and whimpered as he smudged her bre-ast into crisps. He was damn hard. He felt as sharp as knife's edge. He felt a wriggling vibration in his stomach. It was his co-ck wanting to reveal. Wanting to penetrate her innards. Wanting to hear her moan and scream and bawl. Wanting to hear her moan again and discharge whitish substance over his co-ck before he releases a load of creamy spe-rm into her system. She pulled from him the sec he reached for his belt.
"Stop..."
"What?"
"We cannot do it here."
"Oh! I wasn't thinking. I am sorry..." He sounded very apologetic. "Don't be sorry. I liked it. I want it to continue but not here." She said romantically. " It can't happen again." He sounded certain about his words. "Why? " She asked furiously and expressed like she was about crying . " I am married and so are you," He replied politely. "You didn't know you were married before you grabbed and kissed Me? " She asked angrily. " I am sorry..." He said, wearing a pathetically ridiculous facials. " You sure are..." She said having noticed he was weirdly remorseful about the act.
"I am a changed man Liz. I am not the man you met at the bar anymore."
Liz laughed as if he were really amusing. "You haven't changed and you just revealed it today. You are just confused. As you were in the bar that night. You are still that man that took me home and fuc-ked the hell out of me." "That's a lie." He cursed. "
Did you know I recommended you to Dan Module?"
"What... Why?"
"Yes. Because you are loyal. I saw it at the party. You haven't forgotten about that night. You crave for it. Here it is in a platter." She drew closer to him. "I don't want..." He pulled back. "Then go and never look back Vince." She slightly ordered and wore her jacket. He looked at her for a sec. Her reddened ti-ts appeared to still standout in her blouse. He was about moving close to her when there was a bang on the door. "OK Ma'am." He quickly said and darted out almost bumping into the person that was about entering the office.

He got to his office. Balanced on the chair that faced his office desk. Dialled his wife amid his pant soaked with spe-rm.
"Hello Hon."
"Hi dear Congrats."
"Thank you."
"You deserve it."
"I don't think so."
" Are you OK?"
"I can't wait to get home."
"Then hurry."
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Vince made sure he didn't see Liz during closing hours. He hurried into his SUV and zoomed off even before anyone left the office premise. Vince could run and hide but he could not escape her not when She's his Boss...

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Vince hurried to his office. He put his wife on the dial with the land line. It took time for her to pick.
"Hello. hon. "
"Hello. Did you forget something?"
"Guess what?"
"What? You know I am not good at guesses."
"Just guess."
"You got promoted."
The line got distorted a while. But Bianca could swear she heard him scream."
"Hello? " Her voice sounded like she was about crying.
"Hon. I will call you later."
"I can hear you..."
Vince cut the call. Bianca dialed back but no reply."

Vince sat on the couch in Liz's office. He appeared nervous. Liz had put a call on Vince ordering him to come to her office. Liz cartwheeled around in her skimpy skirt for a sec or two before serving him a glass of scotch which he rejected. "This is not how I remembered you." Liz said as she took a gulp of the drink she offered him. "Well this is how I remembered you." Vince said in an ambivalent manner. Liz giggled, "You are funny." "No one must know." She said wearing a serious look. " One night. Brash and short. Nothing else." Vince said brooding his head forward. Liz scoffed, "Brash and short uhm?" Liz folded her skirt upward and glided on his laps. Vince tried pushing her slightly away but she took her stance. "You sure you don't want to taste me again. I still have memories of that night. We made love all through the night. You actually moaned in my stead." Liz sarcastically said.
" I don't remember." Vince said rudely.
Liz got off him,"You sure you don't? And I don't want you to remember it. Because nothing happened. You here? Vince stayed mute.
"Except you want to feel again the softness of my body."
"I have a wife. And you've a husband."
"When we met I was married..."
"What?" Vince expressed shocked.
"You were married to Dan Module?"
"Yes. Stop acting like a saint. Remember you brought me to your apartment."
"That's in the past."
" We are our past. Let just say nature has brought us together again."
Liz took her jacket off. And acted like she was about taking her blouse off. Vince ran and griped her. He was so erect...

(10)
Temptation. It's started like this: Vince sat directly opposite to Liz in the boardroom. She wore a hugging corporate jacket and a tight skirt. She sat leg crossed. Too comfortable for a board meeting. Vince was trying hard not to stare at her. As she caressed the ball of a pen as if she was caressing the cap of a pe-nis. She kept smirking at him. Twirling that he takes a sneak of her but he ignored. Just like she did at friday's party like they've never met before. In the boardroom also are other board members. Seated. Standing. Trolling. Mouthing. Waiting for the arrival of the board's chairman Chief Dan Module. " Last I checked you are not a board member." Liz said in a sultry tone. "Boss wanted me here." Vince replied blatantly. "Why? " Liz asked like she was actually expecting a cogent reason from him. "I guess we will know soon." Vince said, trying hard to be sarcastic. Dan Module arrived alone. He looked older and frail compared to the way he appeared in the party . The standing board members took their respected seats. While Dan walked passed them. Gave his wife a kiss on her cheek and sat at the front seat facing the board members. "It was urgent I know. But I am glad you all could make it this early. Without further adieu..." Dan said betwixt cough and pause. "Why is he here? " One of the board members. A languid Salim asked pointing at Vince. "I called him in. He has role to play in the new era of this company." Dan replied. "He's not..." Salim stuttered. "I know he will soon be." Vince at this moment was overwhelmed with whatever he was feeling inside. Dan Module was actually defending him. And there was an approving look on Liz face. "Let's cut the chase. You must have heard in idol gossips. I am sick and need urgent medical attention. Yea. How urgent? I need to stay out of the run. Not my doing but my doctors. They know best. I am handing the day to day running of the company activities to able and competent hands." Dan said, literally taking a pause to cough but he barfed instead. Tension ran wild in the room. A strong cold literally skidded into the spines of everyone except Dan Module. After he scoffed Dan continued: " My wife Mrs Elizabeth Module takes over as president and assisting her closely as a vice Is Mr Vincent Brown." Dan was apparently expecting an applause. It seemed like the board members were electrocuted. There was an optimal silence. They didn't flinch not until Liz lighted the room with her resonating clap and they followed. It wasn't a secret that the board members were not pleased with Dan Module's decision. At least they've rights to vote who takes over. However there was nothing much they could do order than to accept. It was the company's president position not the board chairman position. Dan remains chairman but wouldn't be actively involved in the run of the company. The meeting adjoined with feigned congratulatory handshakes and hugs. Remained in the boardroom was Dan Module, Liz and Vince as others dispersed. "I don't deserve this Sir. It's much." Vince politely said. "Don't be a coward. You deserve it. You are the top of my most loyal employees. How can you not deserve it." Dan said in a groggy tone. Dan feebly stretched his hand for a handshake. "Thank you Sir." Vince shook the hands of Dan Module. "I need to give the good news to my wife." Vince continued appearing extremely elated. "Good..." Dan said. Vince skidded out happily. Liz standing next to Dan Module who held unto a table for support. Watched the as-s of Vince than him apparently running crazily out. "Do you think he can handle it? " Liz asked facing her husband who suddenly appeared like he had just been healed of his ailment.

(9)
Vince drove his SUV to a halt at the entrance of the Reverend's house. The Reverend's house is situated at the heart of the city. It took Vince few swirls and few paced run to get there. The Reverend's house faced the street road. It appeared like it was built on bed of rocks. A four bedroom flat in the shadow of a bungalow. The house walls are painted white at the top and brown at the low end and the pillars with harsh brown. The Reverend ushered the couple into his living room. Having shook the hands of Vince who reacted to it like it was Jesus that shook him. Bianca wore a humble false smile through the Reverend hospitable charade. The couples entered the living room like it was their first time. It seemed like the Reverend refurbishes his living room every time of their visit. It wasn't only Vince who felt weird sitting on the sofa with his eyes glued on the crucifix hanged on the wall in the center of the room. Bianca also felt weird. She felt a seldom tension she herself couldn't fathom. "You're welcome again." The Reverend said in a soft tone. The Reverend wore a white robe not a ceremonial robe. He appeared quite older than his age with his grey hair. He seemed to be learned as it appears quite classy and eloquent. "Please let me offer you something." The Reverend continued. "No we're fine Reverend." Vince said in a throaty voice. "Oh! let me tell Anya to arrange something." The Reverend insisted. "Anya..." Anya dart to the living room. Anya wore a slightly skimpy gown and appeared juvenile. Like a teenager when apparently she is in her twenties. "Good day sir. Good day Ma." She said. The couples replied. "Good day, how are you? " "Please prepare something for them." The Reverend ordered in a slightly harsh tone. Anya exited the living room without saying a word. She just smirk at the Reverend. Vince noticed but ignored to listen to the Reverend speak. "How has life been? " The Reverend asked while seated in a separate couch facing the couple. "We are good." Vince replied.
"How's the faith?"
"God's been good always."
"God is good indeed."
"Now I need a real answer." The Reverend continued. Vince was mute like he didn't understand the Reverend statement.
"We've been fervent. Though the devil tries we're always ahead." Bianca said. "Vince? " The Reverend called like Bianca's reply was displeasing. "You said you saw me hurled in a trench in your trance?" Vince asked like his brain was just restored. "Yes..." The Reverend recline on the couch. "God wants you to be steadfast there is temptation ahead. He wants you to seek him more than before." The Reverend replied.

Their journey back home appeared far distanced compared to their going. They were silent most of the time. Listening to the radio. Vince had began developing feelings that the Reverend was meddling too much in their lives. It would be best he is kept at arm length he thought. Bianca wouldn't agree to it. Cause she so paranoid. She keeps thinking she would wake one day to find out that her husband has turned a playboy again after receiving Christ. Damn Vince missed his previous life. The smokily hot women. The vapid romance. The rush se-x. Life was fun he thought. But he was now stocked to Bianca and a boring and predictable life.