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Obsessed


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Obsessed

Gloria is a young lady the mother wants to run from affairs with guys. Gloria is chaste until she becomes eigheen. Then, something snaps and she changes. She becomes obsessed with the very thing she was warned about.




Titi sat at by one of the tables she used for the customers in the beer parlor/pepper soup joint she operated. It was few minutes to eleven p.m. and the last customer had just left. She counted the day’s proceeds. It was only about half of what it was the previous day. Business was like that: sometimes, you would make so much, and sometimes, the earnings would nose-dive. She sighed. 

“Alright, you can go home now,” she told Mary, one of her assistants. 

“Okay, ma. Goodnight,” Mary said and left. 

Uche, Titi’s other assistant, had earlier called that she would not be able to come to work that day. She said she was indisposed.

Titi looked at the money she had just counted and sighed again. She was even lucky. Some of her friends that were doing other kind of business were not faring better. Generally, the economy was down. One of her friends, Mummy Junior, who had hair dressing salon, was complaining about low patronage.

At least, Titi could still make some steady money from the business between early evening and late evening. 

At the age of thirty-five, she owned her own business and was self-employed. She was lucky her business was quite lucrative and she had made some savings over time. If not, it would not have been easy for her as a single mother at this trying time. 

She had gone through a lot to get to this point. Now, her business and her daughter were her life. Those were the things that really mattered. She finished with her counting, used rubber band to tie the money together, tucked it inside her purse and put the lot inside her bag. It was time to close up the place for the day.

She thought of her daughter as she moved to the exit door. Gloria had just turned eighteen. Wow, how time had moved so fast. Eighteen was a significant age, as far as Titi was concerned. The late teenage year was an age young ladies like to experiment with their bodies and do some wild things.

Titi hoped her daughter would not be carried away by sexual desires. It was that age that she, Titi, was swept off her feet. Her innocence combined with naivety and the resultant effect was Gloria. The unwanted baby of that time was now a beautiful young lady. 


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The Lord your strength.

This is serious.

The devil is really on the prowl.

One must be very security conscious.

“Tinu, I have always liked you, I just never thought of being in love with you, "



I looked at her face for any sign that I might have said the right or wrong thing. She looked down at her shoes, biting her lower lip. She looked like perhaps she was sorry that she had told me. She looked up, took a deep breathe and continued.

“I have thought of nothing else but what has happened since that night. I have felt just about every feeling I think could be felt. I was anxious, regretful, excited and guilty all at the same time. I think I was foolish to think I could replace Deola. I am sorry Mike, let's just put this behind us and go back to the way things were.”



“Tinu, no one can ever replace Deola. I would not want you to try. I have felt all the emotions you have described as well. I was afraid that things would never be the same between us. I never imagined that you would feel that strongly about me, "



“What do you want to do Mike?” Tinu asked.



I could see she was struggling emotionally, her eyes began to fill with tears. Her whole body had begin to slump, her shoulders sagging. I had a knot in my throat, I was trying to think of what to say. I said the first thing I could think of.



“What about Jimi?” I asked.



She sat up and seemed to be upset at the mention of the name. Her eyes looked deep into mine. Her gaze was riveting.



“Jimi has never been much of a partner. But what’s more important is, he has never been a genuine lover nor my friend. Jimi only cares about Jimi - himself. Period. I have always just tolerated it. If the biggest concern in your mind is for Jimi, I have made a huge mistake. It is not late. I will correct it.”



“No, Tinu”, I quickly replied. “ I just didn’t know what else to say.”



I thought carefully for a moment, then I decided to lay everything on the line.



“Tinu, I will be honest. Until those words came from your lips, I never thought of being in love with you. I think the fact that you’re engaged and all the family problems that would arise, I never considered the possibility of that happening.”



“But”, I continued, “No matter where this goes, I have to tell you this. If this goes any farther and I fall in love with you, there is no backing out. I just can not imagine losing two women in my life. So maybe you should think of that and get back to me. If we fall in love, we have to be together. You will have to leave Jimi, we will have to deal with our family.”



She put her head down and thought for a few moments, then looked up at me.



“I totally agree Mike," she said very firmly.



She stood up and walked over to me. I got out of my chair and stood up. She wrapped her arms around me and put her face in my chest. My arms wrapped around her and in a flash, I felt whole again. She lifted her lips to mine and we kissed. It was a kiss that told me she was being truthful. When she pulled away from me, she took both of my hands in hers. Her hands were so soft, so delicate.



“Come with me Mike. I want you to make love to me. I want to be appreciated as a woman. I finally want to have sex with a man who cares how I feel.”



She took my hand and we walked to the back of my house to the master bedroom. I hesitated as I walked in the room for just a second. The last woman I had slept with in this bed was Deola. It felt strange, but somehow, it felt right.

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We both reminded ourselves of what we had lost when Deola had died.



The week started like any other, trying to bury my head with work to keep my mind off of things. No matter what I tried to think of, I kept coming back to one thing. How long would it take to resolve this situation between Tinu and I?



By the end of the week, I had still not heard from her. Should I call? No I decided, this time I would wait for her call. After all, she was planning to get married and I wasn’t. This was far more dangerous for her.



That Saturday I was having a technician to install a new TV on the wall with surround sound. While they were working the phone rang. It was Tinu.



“Hello Mike, how are you?” It was Tinu.



“I am fine sweetie, how about you?” I replied.



She told me she was doing alright and that she wanted to see me again and talk. She told me Jimi was going to the club the next day with his friends as he always did on Saturdaymorning. He never returned until late that evening and he was usually drunk. We agreed to meet at my house around noon.



The next day came and right at noon, the doorbell rang and there was Tinu. She had on a blue jean skirt and a while V-Neck cashmere sweater on. She looked amazing, but then again she always did.



We sat down and made conversation for a while about the past work week. Deola relayed to me that she was getting busier in her place of work.

I had to strive within me so that I would not to look at her legs. I also did not not want to make her feel uneasy, but all I could think about was the heaven that was just passed those creamy thighs. Finally, she got around to the subject at hand.



“Mike, I don’t know quite how to say this without you taking it the wrong way. And I don’t want to make things anything worst than they already are, "



“I don’t know how to say this without just saying it. I know this is going to sound insane, I know I think it is, "she continued.



I felt like something big was about to be dropped.

Did I want to say something, maybe stop her before she would say something I don’t want to hear? It was too late.



“Mike,” she said, then she followed with the longest pause of my life. “I, think I may be falling in love with you," she stammered.



I was dumbfounded. This is not what I expected. How do you reply to that? I thought carefully of what to say. Finally after a moment, I responded.



“Tinu, I have always liked you, I just never thought of being in love with you, "

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