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"So, why didn't you ask me    out all this while, especially since you said your babe dumped you?" 

I had to think fast. I must not in any way encourage Sharon on this path. I must not have another Madam Fransisca's case on my hand.

 "I would have loved to date you but I bumped into an old class mate recently and the way things are going, something will come out of it."

 Sharon looked disappointed. "Really?" 

"Yes, really." 

Whether she believed my lie or not, I had wiggled out of her grasp. 

On Friday night we did the vigil and the media coverage. I could catch Miss Banise constantly looking my way. Our work only finished around five a.m. 

"I may still call you to come and do one work or the other in the office later this morning," she said. 

I only grunted. In my mind, I retorted that she had better not call me. 

By six a.m when I got home, I went straight to take a well-deserved sleep. Later when my phone was ringing, I ignored it.

If Miss Banise thought she could get me to come to the office, she must be kidding. I could sense that the ringing was coming at interval. I decided to see who the caller was. 

To my surprise, Madam Fransisca had been the one calling. Five missed calls. Madam Fransisca? 

Did she want to ask a question or had she made up her mind on the burning issue? The sleep was instantly cleared from my eyes. As I wanted to pick the call, it stopped ringing. I called her back.

"So, why didn't you ask me    out all this while, especially since you said your babe dumped you?" 

I had to think fast. I must not in any way encourage Sharon on this path. I must not have another Madam Fransisca's case on my hand.

 "I would have loved to date you but I bumped into an old class mate recently and the way things are going, something will come out of it."

 Sharon looked disappointed. "Really?" 

"Yes, really." 

Whether she believed my lie or not, I had wiggled out of her grasp. 

On Friday night we did the vigil and the media coverage. I could catch Miss Banise constantly looking my way. Our work only finished around five a.m. 

"I may still call you to come and do one work or the other in the office later this morning," she said. 

I only grunted. In my mind, I retorted that she had better not call me. 

By six a.m when I got home, I went straight to take a well-deserved sleep. Later when my phone was ringing, I ignored it.

If Miss Banise thought she could get me to come to the office, she must be kidding. I could sense that the ringing was coming at interval. I decided to see who the caller was. 

To my surprise, Madam Fransisca had been the one calling. Five missed calls. Madam Fransisca? 

Did she want to ask a question or had she made up her mind on the burning issue? The sleep was instantly cleared from my eyes. As I wanted to pick the call, it stopped ringing. I called her back.

She appeared to relax. Nonso noticed this and capitalized on it.

  'You don't have to doubt me.' He touched his chest to give her assurance. 'I always do what I say I will do.'

  He said it as if he was God.

  'Listen, to show you how serious I am, come and take this.'

  He brought out some naira notes of five hundred denomination.

  Rhoda's eyes popped out when she saw the money. She first stared at the money, then at him.

  'More of this will come if you cooperate. Come and have it.'

  There was another slight pause.

  He knew he would win. There was a leer on his face as he beckoned at her again. ‘Come on.’

  Like a toddler with unsteady steps, she moved over to him and he grabbed her again. This time around, there was only a feigned little resistance.



The following morning, after the devastating news of her fiancé, Helen remained in her room. Her mother came to meet her and enjoined her to take things easy.

  'You need to cheer up.' She gave her daughter a pat. 'If he would not be, somebody else would be. Come on, cheer up. It's not the end of the world.'

  Julie ordered the maid to bring beverage drinks for her.

  Janet too popped in to see her sister before she left for her place of work.

  She wasn't there for long as she was conscious of not getting late to work.

  She was soon in the school. She immersed herself in her work and forgot about any remote or immediate source of worry. During the long break, she decided to call Emma, her heartthrob.

  'Na so you dey do?' There was sarcasm in her tone. 'You didn't even bother to call me since yesterday.'

  'I'm sorry, my dear. But I called you yesterday afternoon.'

  'Since yesterday afternoon? That was long ago. That's about twenty four hours ago now.'

  He laughed across the line. 'Once again, my apologies.'

  'Apologies accepted, but don't do it again o.'

  'Yes, your Lordship.'

  The two of them laughed.

  'Don't worry. I'll make it up. This weekend, I promise to make it up.' His voice over the line was very unambiguous.

I totally agree.

It was an unnecessary question but she must answer it.

  'I did, sir.' She curtsied.

  He nodded his head approvingly. 'You cooked very well. Ever since you came, I've noticed that. Did you say you still want to go to school?'

  'No, sir. I want to learn fashion design.'

  'Oh yes, oh yes.'

  He sat back on the chair relaxingly.

  'See.' He tried to look sincere. 'All those things that you want are small things. They're things I can easily get for you, plus a big modern shop.'

  Her face lit up in excitement. 'Thank you, sir. I go be grateful, sir.'

  'Don't worry. It's a small thing.' There was smugness on his face. 'I've done things much bigger than that for people in the past. It's not a big deal, as long as you're ready to cooperate.'

  The girl paused and looked at him. 'Sir?'

  'I said it's a small thing, but you must cooperate.'

  'I no understand, sir. What you mean by cooperate?'

  'Come, let me explain.' He beckoned at her.

  As soon as she came within his range, he grabbed her breasts. Shocked, she hit his hands and recoiled from him the way she would do to a mamba.

  'I didn't mean to hurt you.' The explanation was gratuitous. 'See, I really like you and I will do all those things I said I would do. Just cooperate with me.'

  Rhoda stared at him. The shock was still on her face.

  He tried what he thought was a disarming smile again.

  'I did that because I like you so much.' His smile broadened. 'See, if you prove to be a good girl, you will really enjoy in this house. I can promise you that.'

  She still looked at him uncertainly.

  'Don't you want me to take care of you? Don't you want me to treat you special?' He was intent on setting the booby trap.

  'But, madam...what of madam? She no go like it.'

  Her reference to madam buoyed him up, rather than dampening him.

  'Who will tell her? Are you a baby that you'll tell her such a thing? Listen, even if she gets to know, am I not the master of this house? You have nothing to fear, my dear.'

  The use of the last expression seemed to work on her.

  She appeared to relax. Nonso noticed this and capitalized on it.

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The man didn't find the delay funny. 'Until I banged the gate. Why didn't you answer me on time?'

    'I'm sorry, sir. I no hear. Madam say you travel.' It was unmistakable that she spoke in faltering English.

    'Yes. Person wey travel no dey return? I’m back.'

    He went back to his car to drive in. Rhoda helped him to carry his bag and some sacks of foodstuffs from the boot of his car to the house.

    'Is there bread and eggs in the house?' He looked towards the kitchen.

    'Yes, sir.'

    'Good. Fry some eggs for me. I'll like to have fried eggs and bread.'

    Nonso went to have a shower and change of clothes. For the past two days, he had been to Benin city on business. Unlike before when his trip could take weeks, he hardly travelled now, and whenever he did, he would be back within a couple of days.

  He was a successful transporter who had made his mark in passengers’ transportation business. His fleet of buses was doing well. At sixty, Nonso had travailed the north, east, south and west of the terrain called Nigeria. He had four children, all grown up. The first two were in Europe while the third one was in Malaysia. The last born, twenty-two years old Sandra was studying Business Administration in a private university in Ogun state.

  Nonso relaxed in the sitting room, awaiting the food being prepared by Rhoda. He was yet to tell his wife that he was back in Lagos. No need to do that for now, he reasoned.

  'Food don ready, sir.' Her hands smelled of onions.

  From his seat, he looked up and nodded. Of course, he had been had been waiting for the announcement.

  He moved to the dining table. The taste of the food was as good as the aroma. Since Rhoda was employed, she had not disappointed in her culinary skills. Nonso ate the food with relish.

  'Bring the fruit juice in the fridge here.' He always asked for juices. He would sip the drinks after the food.

  As Rhoda cleared the table, something caught his attention. He had seen it before, but pretended not to have done so.

  Surreptitiously, he had been staring at her boobs and bums. Now that he was home alone with her, he felt it would be a good opportunity to explore.

  'So, you prepared this food or madam did?' He smiled at her.

  It was an unnecessary question but she must answer it.

She talked about the roles each would play. After the meeting, I made to leave. 

"Seyi, wait," Miss Banise said. After all the others had gone, she smiled at me.

 "I just want to say I like your dressing," she said. I forced a smile.

 "Thank you, Miss Ruth Banise." 

“Your shirts always look so nice and fitting on you."

 I forced a smile again. "Thanks for the compliments," I returned. 

I looked at what she was wearing. The material of the skirt suit was fine and newly sewn but the tailor did terrible injustice to the sewing.  Since  compliment is reciprocal, I had to say something nice to her.

 "Your skirt suit is nice too," I said.

 "Really?" she asked as if in doubt. I nodded. "It fits you." 

"Thank you very much."

 With that, I left the office. I had heard some gossips about Miss Banise. 

At mid-thirties, she was still single and searching. What I found unattractive about her was her dressing habit. I mentally compared Miss Banise and Madam Fransisca. I would pick Madam Fransisca a million times over Banise. 

Nothing eventful happened until Wednesday. Sharon came to our office at closing time. 

"I want to see you," she said as we walked from the office building to the exit gate. "Hope no problem." 

She shook her head. "First and foremost, how is the working relationshig with Big Aunty so far?" 

I nodded. I would not divulge the latest happening to her yet. 

"It's fine," I replied. 

"Is it that you find me so unattractive or what?" 

I was surprised she asked the question. "Of couse, you're beautiful and attractive." 

"So, why didn't you ask me    out all this while, especially since you said your babe dumped you?"

She talked about the roles each would play. After the meeting, I made to leave. 

"Seyi, wait," Miss Banise said. After all the others had gone, she smiled at me.

 "I just want to say I like your dressing," she said. I forced a smile.

 "Thank you, Miss Ruth Banise." 

“Your shirts always look so nice and fitting on you."

 I forced a smile again. "Thanks for the compliments," I returned. 

I looked at what she was wearing. The material of the skirt suit was fine and newly sewn but the tailor did terrible injustice to the sewing.  Since  compliment is reciprocal, I had to say something nice to her.

 "Your skirt suit is nice too," I said.

 "Really?" she asked as if in doubt. I nodded. "It fits you." 

"Thank you very much."

 With that, I left the office. I had heard some gossips about Miss Banise. 

At mid-thirties, she was still single and searching. What I found unattractive about her was her dressing habit. I mentally compared Miss Banise and Madam Fransisca. I would pick Madam Fransisca a million times over Banise. 

Nothing eventful happened until Wednesday. Sharon came to our office at closing time. 

"I want to see you," she said as we walked from the office building to the exit gate. "Hope no problem." 

She shook her head. "First and foremost, how is the working relationshig with Big Aunty so far?" 

I nodded. I would not divulge the latest happening to her yet. 

"It's fine," I replied. 

"Is it that you find me so unattractive or what?" 

I was surprised she asked the question. "Of couse, you're beautiful and attractive." 

"So, why didn't you ask me    out all this while, especially since you said your babe dumped you?"

As far as Janet could remember, that was the second man her sister would be bringing to the house who would be dying before the engagement. It must be bad luck, Janet decided. Helen must be having a great deal of bad luck.

'Oh, I’m sorry about that.' The consolation was heart-felt. 'Please, take heart.'

  Janet wrapped her hands round Helen's shoulders in order to give the best empathy she could give.



Rhoda was washing the plates in the kitchen when her madam called her. She quickly stopped what she was doing and wiped her hands with the table cloth.

  'Rhoda!' The voice came louder.

  'Yes, ma.' Rhoda, without further delay, moved to the sitting room to attend to her.

  'Yes, ma'am.'

  'Don't forget to wash those my clothes I said you should wash.'

  'Yes, ma'am.'

  Madam Rose picked up her handbag. She was ready to leave. Rhoda made to help her with the bag, but the madam brushed the offer off.

  'Just come and lock the gate. The madam briefly looked around the sitting-room, as if trying to see that all was well. They stepped out of the sitting room. The morning sunshine was bright. Madam went to her SUV car.

  'Don't also forget that no visitor or stranger must be allowed inside the compound. Do you understand?' Rose looked at her sternly.

  'Yes, ma'am.'

  Rhoda opened the gate for the car to pass out of the compound. Then she bolted it and went back inside the house. The madam would probably not be back until late afternoon or evening, as it had been in previous days. As for madam's oga, that one had travelled and Rhoda did not know when he would be back.

  She went back to the kitchen to complete her task there. Rhoda was an eighteen years old Togolese who recently started working for madam's family. The journey of life had taken her from her village to Lome, and from Lome to Lagos. She still had the ambition to be a fashion designer but she must do this domestic job for now.

  She was about to start work on the laundry when she heard hard knocks at the gate. Wondering who it could be, she went out to find out.

    'Who is that?' She moved to the gate and stopped short. 

    'It's me.' It was a male voice. From the tone, the man was becoming impatient.

    And it sounded like oga's own. Rhoda was surprised. She looked through the latch to confirm. Realizing that he was the one, she quickly opened the gate.

    'I've been horning the car for some time.' The man didn't find the delay funny. 'Until I banged the gate. Why didn't you answer me on time?'


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"Good. Let's practise it from now on. That means stuff on P.A or no P.A is suspended for now." 

I stood up. "I'll be praying too. I know we will get the best. Good night." 

"Won't you eat before you go?"

 I smiled at her and shook my head. "It is part of what must be suspended.”

As I neared the door, she called my attention to the shopping bag she gave me. 

"I'm sorry I can't take it. I'm no longer the P.A." 

"You can't abandon it," she said. "It will be a symbol of rejection." 

"Thank you Madam Fransisca." I took the bag.  

"Goodnight," I said again and left the house. 

On my way home, I considered things all over. I believed I gave the right suggestion. What if she said no to any further relationship? I would feel disappointed but life would go on. 

Such is life. But are you really sure you loved her? I asked myself. My answer was yes. Can you marry her? The answer was yes. Alright, I was on the right path. 

I remembered the moment the madam stripped to her underwears. That was a real tempting time. I could have buckled under that enchantment and spellbind. It was to the glory of God that I did not capitulate. 

Na wa for the body wey that madam get.

 I would still explore that body, but I would be patient. 

On Tuesday morning, things went well in the office. By noon, the head of our section, Miss Ruth Banise, called for a meeting. Four of us attended. 

She reminded us of an earlier circular concerning a vigil programme that would hold at the headquarters auditorium that Friday night. 

She talked about the roles each would play. After the meeting, I made to leave. 

"Seyi, wait," Miss Banise said. After all the others had gone, she smiled at me.

"Good. Let's practise it from now on. That means stuff on P.A or no P.A is suspended for now." 

I stood up. "I'll be praying too. I know we will get the best. Good night." 

"Won't you eat before you go?"

 I smiled at her and shook my head. "It is part of what must be suspended.”

As I neared the door, she called my attention to the shopping bag she gave me. 

"I'm sorry I can't take it. I'm no longer the P.A." 

"You can't abandon it," she said. "It will be a symbol of rejection." 

"Thank you Madam Fransisca." I took the bag.  

"Goodnight," I said again and left the house. 

On my way home, I considered things all over. I believed I gave the right suggestion. What if she said no to any further relationship? I would feel disappointed but life would go on. 

Such is life. But are you really sure you loved her? I asked myself. My answer was yes. Can you marry her? The answer was yes. Alright, I was on the right path. 

I remembered the moment the madam stripped to her underwears. That was a real tempting time. I could have buckled under that enchantment and spellbind. It was to the glory of God that I did not capitulate. 

Na wa for the body wey that madam get.

 I would still explore that body, but I would be patient. 

On Tuesday morning, things went well in the office. By noon, the head of our section, Miss Ruth Banise, called for a meeting. Four of us attended. 

She reminded us of an earlier circular concerning a vigil programme that would hold at the headquarters auditorium that Friday night. 

She talked about the roles each would play. After the meeting, I made to leave. 

"Seyi, wait," Miss Banise said. After all the others had gone, she smiled at me.

'Please, I'll like to get down at the next junction.' He offered a smile, hoping it would be a token of appreciation.

  When he alighted, he thanked her for the ride and moved on.

  'Have a nice day.' She smiled again and drove off.

  Ten minutes later, she drove inside their duplex home at Ota.

  Sule, the security man opened the giant gates for her. He was full of obeisance, as usual. As Janet parked her car, she was quick to observe that her oldest sister's car was already in the compound. It was a little unusual because Helen didn't usually come home until after eight in the night.

  Janet wanted to go to her room but by instinct decided to go to her sister's own first. Without knocking, she opened the door. Helen was curled up on the bed, sniveling.

  Janet's heart sank. 'What's the problem, sister?' She moved over to her bedside. The anxiety in her voice was unmistakable.

  Helen would not answer her and she would not stop sniveling.

  Janet was unsettled. Had anything bad happened to somebody? Before she left for work, all was well with every one as far as she knew. She did not hear anything bad about her brother in the U.S. too. So, what could be the cause of Helen's sadness?

  Janet held her by the left shoulder. 'Sister, please speak out.'

  "It's Richard.' Helen wiped some tears from her eyes.

  'What happened to him?'

  Again, there was a long pause. 'He had a car accident and he's dead.'

  'What!' Janet's hands went to her mouth. It was indeed devastating news for Helen.

  Richard, the high flying doctor, was the one Helen was planning to spend the rest of her life with. She had already brought the man to the house and plans were on concerning fixing the engagement and wedding dates.

  As far as Janet could remember, that was the second man her sister would be bringing to the house who would be dying before the engagement. It must be bad luck, Janet decided. Helen must be having a great deal of bad luck.

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                                   Chapter One

Janet put finishing touches to what she was doing and decided to call it a day in the office. It was already four p.m. and it was the closing hour. Students had, about an ago, closed for the day. The day students had gone home while the boarders had gone to the dormitory.

She opened her clutch bag and brought out her mobile make up kit. The face reflected in the mirror was a beautiful one. Janet smiled to herself as she ensured that the face was moderately made up.

  She stood up from her seat, packed her personal things in her bag and rose to go. Her office was on the ground floor of the expansive building. Apez College was a five star secondary school that occupied wide expanse of land. It offered day and boarding facilities for those who desired quality secondary education and who could afford it.

Her parents, owners of the school, put her there to be the Administration Officer. She was to report directly to Mrs. Glory Kweku, the matronly Ghanaian School Administrator. There were other places Janet could have chosen to work, but she said she wanted the college.

  As she moved towards the car park, she saw Raphael, the English language teacher for Senior secondary classes. He was coming out of the staff room, his bag strapped across the right shoulder.

  'Hello.' He smiled, showing a set of white teeth good enough for toothpaste advert.

  Janet waved back at him, smiled and moved on.

  'Are you going to town?' Raphael looked at her briefly and looked towards the gate. 'I don't mind a lift.'

  Janet answered in the affirmative. He joined her in the car. The interior smelt nice. She drove the Honda car while he sat beside her at the front seat. Raphael had always noted the simple and unassuming manner Janet always conducted herself. He respected her for that. At thirty one he was a bachelor but he would not dare cross his boundary. No matter how much he liked her, he would not try it.

  'How was the job, today?' He hoped the question was not unnecessary.

  'Not bad, although not very exciting either.'

  He nodded as if he understood. There was silence. He could not find any other thing to say. To break it, she slotted a CD containing selections of popular R & B music.

  'Please, I'll like to get down at the next junction.' He offered a smile, hoping it would be a token of appreciation.




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I grinned. She was more dramatic than I could ever imagine.

 "Fransisca, calm down," I said. 

She froze as she turned to stare at me. "Did you just call me by name?" 

I nodded. "I said Fransisca,  

calm down. I didn't say it out of disrepect. I said it out of love. You need to control emotions and calm down." 

I picked up the bundles of money, put them back in the polythene bag and handed it to her. 

"I don't want the money." 

Slowly she went back to the wardrobe to return the money. I returned her phone, urged her to sit on the bed while I sat by her side. 

She clung on to me while I held her comfortingly. We were like this for many minutes. 

"I have a suggestion to make," I said. 

"What suggestion?"

 "Maybe we can go our seperate ways for a while."

 I could feel her hold tightened. "Why?" 

"So that we can sort out ourselves, especially you. Within that period, you can go to MFM or any mountain to pray. We won't communicate or see each while it lasts. 

“Then, once you are sure of what your next line of action is, you let me know. I will understand and respect whatever decision you take." 

"You think it will work?"

"Good. Let's practise it from now on. That means stuff on P.A or no P.A is suspended for now."

I grinned. She was more dramatic than I could ever imagine.

 "Fransisca, calm down," I said. 

She froze as she turned to stare at me. "Did you just call me by name?" 

I nodded. "I said Fransisca,  

calm down. I didn't say it out of disrepect. I said it out of love. You need to control emotions and calm down." 

I picked up the bundles of money, put them back in the polythene bag and handed it to her. 

"I don't want the money." 

Slowly she went back to the wardrobe to return the money. I returned her phone, urged her to sit on the bed while I sat by her side. 

She clung on to me while I held her comfortingly. We were like this for many minutes. 

"I have a suggestion to make," I said. 

"What suggestion?"

 "Maybe we can go our seperate ways for a while."

 I could feel her hold tightened. "Why?" 

"So that we can sort out ourselves, especially you. Within that period, you can go to MFM or any mountain to pray. We won't communicate or see each while it lasts. 

“Then, once you are sure of what your next line of action is, you let me know. I will understand and respect whatever decision you take." 

"You think it will work?"

"Good. Let's practise it from now on. That means stuff on P.A or no P.A is suspended for now."

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Why?

In order to achieve your purpose.

Thank You Lord, You are holy
And forever You are God

We bless You Lord You are holy
And forever You are God

Ha ah a le lu jah!
Hallelujah to the Lord!

Man has a purpose. The purpose of man is to know God and serve Him. This is what you need to do.

Nice one.

Today, she was not wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Rather, she was wearing a flower-patterned short sleeve blouse and black skirt. 

She unbottoned the blouse slowly and removed it. I watched on. Her white bra had lacy edges. It looked so  seductive. I wouuld say it without any ambiguity that the sight was enough to make a guy lose his senses. 

Madam Fransisca was not done. Her hands slowly went to the zip of her skirt and she unzipped it. 

She allowed to fall at her feet before stepping out of it. She made her arms to be at akimbo again. The white bra and the white panties, probably from the same manufacturer, indeed complimented each other. 

"This is it," she said almost in a whisper. "Seyi, this is the moment you desire. Be a man and fulfil it." 

I rose up and stared at her. 

"You're really very beautiful," I commented. "But beyond your body, I know that you have a beautiful soul." 

I moved to her. "Please, let me serve you." 

I picked her blouse and slowly helped her to wear it, the way you would help your five years old daughter to wear her dress. I buttoned up the blouse.

 Then, I gingerly held her by the waist. "Come, my dear lady."

 I made her to stand in the circle of skirt, pulled up the skirt to her waist and zipped it up.    

"You will forever be special to me," I said and returned to the seat. 

She opened her eyes. "So, you don't want sex, right? Good. That means it is money you want. People like money. Let's negotiate. How much will you ask for?" 

She went to sit on the chair by the dressing table. 

"Come on, how much? I'm ready to pay you off."

 I just stared at her without saying a word. 

"What if I offer five million naira? Is that okay?" 

She picked up her phone. "I still have your account number. I can do transfer." 

I desively went to her and took the phone. She did not resist. 

"Oh, that reminds me. I have some cash in the house." 

She went to the wardrobe and brought a polythene bag. She spilled the contents on the bed. There were bundles of five hundred and one thousand naira new notes. 

"You can have them. I'll send more to you later." 

I grinned. She was more dramatic than I could ever imagine.

Today, she was not wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Rather, she was wearing a flower-patterned short sleeve blouse and black skirt. 

She unbottoned the blouse slowly and removed it. I watched on. Her white bra had lacy edges. It looked so  seductive. I wouuld say it without any ambiguity that the sight was enough to make a guy lose his senses. 

Madam Fransisca was not done. Her hands slowly went to the zip of her skirt and she unzipped it. 

She allowed to fall at her feet before stepping out of it. She made her arms to be at akimbo again. The white bra and the white panties, probably from the same manufacturer, indeed complimented each other. 

"This is it," she said almost in a whisper. "Seyi, this is the moment you desire. Be a man and fulfil it." 

I rose up and stared at her. 

"You're really very beautiful," I commented. "But beyond your body, I know that you have a beautiful soul." 

I moved to her. "Please, let me serve you." 

I picked her blouse and slowly helped her to wear it, the way you would help your five years old daughter to wear her dress. I buttoned up the blouse.

 Then, I gingerly held her by the waist. "Come, my dear lady."

 I made her to stand in the circle of skirt, pulled up the skirt to her waist and zipped it up.    

"You will forever be special to me," I said and returned to the seat. 

She opened her eyes. "So, you don't want sex, right? Good. That means it is money you want. People like money. Let's negotiate. How much will you ask for?" 

She went to sit on the chair by the dressing table. 

"Come on, how much? I'm ready to pay you off."

 I just stared at her without saying a word. 

"What if I offer five million naira? Is that okay?" 

She picked up her phone. "I still have your account number. I can do transfer." 

I desively went to her and took the phone. She did not resist. 

"Oh, that reminds me. I have some cash in the house." 

She went to the wardrobe and brought a polythene bag. She spilled the contents on the bed. There were bundles of five hundred and one thousand naira new notes. 

"You can have them. I'll send more to you later." 

I grinned. She was more dramatic than I could ever imagine.