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Abuklaw:
can I pay the money to you directly instead of going through Okada books?

Contact me by mail.

[quote author=Vidamia post=71517970][/quote]Book sent. I sent it to someone else with the thought that you were the recipient. Forgive the error and delay.

Vidamia:
this is the issue I had last week and I report to larrysun and okadabook, none of them do anything to it

I didn't do anything about it, really? Didn't I send you the PDF version?

Available for purchase.

Vidamia:
@ larrysun I try to purchase this story and I they have deduct the money which is #300. Immediately it start showing INTERNAL SERVER ERROR. I have refresh several times, it is same thing

There's something definitely wrong somewhere. Kindly send me a message on my mail and I will send it directly to you. Sorry for the inconvenience.

larrysundynasty@gmail.com

Chommieblaq:
It's so annoying, i kept trying it over and over, still same error message.
With the attached screenshot you will see when i was charged sef

There's something definitely wrong somewhere. Kindly send me a message on my mail and I will send it directly to you. Sorry for the inconvenience.

larrysundynasty@gmail.com

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If you have not read the first update of Maria by Larry Sun. Check the site below for it. You can even make your survey and let us know what you think about it.

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But the book costs more to purchase directly from me. Thank you and God bless you.

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Deejay1000:
wondeeful piece as usual
pls @ larrysun how can i fund my account on okadabooks ?

Either by your ATM card or by recharge card PIN.

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Two members from LSD Group battled on a creative ground. They were required to write a short story of 250 words on the theme Reincarnation.

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Chapter 6

Then I broke down. I began to cry, much like a witch on fire. Jumai's cry was a whiplash on me. I was firmly tied down. I couldn't do anything but endure this nightmare. My cry rang out through the thickets around us but no one came to the rescue. Jumai and I were cockroaches in the midst of hens. I would never forgive myself for what had just happened. This was my fault. I brought this on Jumai. If I knew that this was what would eventually happen to her, I wouldn't have humiliated Pain as I did. Hell, I wouldn't even have approached when I saw her in the restaurant. Oh! What have I done? Pain said I would regret my actions and he had been true to his words. I'm regretting now; a thousand shrouds of regret covered me.

Struggling to get free was futile; I knew it now. I just lay withered there on the ground and watched as the men took turns on my girl. They raped her without pity. By the time the fifth man mounted her, Jumai was already bleeding. Her screams were getting weaker with each pound. At some moment, she would be silent, biting her lips, gasping for air as the pains shot through her whole body. Her whole body was slick with sweat, and her entire face damp with tears.

The men saw that she was bleeding down there but they didn't stop. One of them joked that her menstruation had returned and the rest laughed in agreement. Jumai was soon tired of screaming, of struggling. She just lay down there weakened, her resolve shattered. She was only breathing hard, her eyes shut in agony. She was muttering incoherent words. I called her name but she didn't give me any response. Her lips were only muttering words none of us could hear. She was breathing heavily, too. Her chest rose with each breath. One of the guys slapped her right breast and pulled wickedly at her nipple. She didn't respond. I watched in horror as thirteen men raped my Jumai to the point of schizophrenia.

She was bleeding copiously now, the blood mixed with the semen of the devils. And finally, Pain climbed on her again and rode her like a stallion.

I looked into the face of each one of them, registering their identity in my mind. This was my only weapon at the moment. I must not forget their faces. It was important that I remember who they were. They were laughing now. Cheering loudly, patting one another in the backs, pulling playfully at their Instruments, and whistling merrily. Four of them, Pain inclusive, urinated on Jumai. I was forced to watch all these inhumanity. These acts were what powered my vengeance. At this time, Jumai was now barely conscious. She lay supine on the ground, bloody in the mouth and between her legs, wet with sweat, saliva and urine. Her beautiful hair was caked in mud, and her bitten lips were swollen and bruised from bites. Her cheeks and breasts were rendered reddish raw from the numerous slaps inflicted on her.

They decided they had had enough good time, so they pulled up their trousers and zipped up. I was slowly losing my sanity. This viciousness had taken away a little sanity from me. Something in me, like a wolf, was gradually setting loose. I felt within me that I was beginning to lose who I was. A new spirit, a daring spirit, was overcoming me. I allowed it to engulf me, to entirely possess me.

I suddenly stopped weeping, looked into their faces one after the other and said, "I swear by everything holy in this world. I swear by God, I'm going to make each one of you pay. I'm going to make sure you wish you had never been born. I will not rest until I kill you all. This is a promise." My voice, I was sure, belonged to someone else.

"And the corpse speaks!" Pain sang and the others guffawed anew. They could laugh as they want. They could make jest of me, but when the moment arrived, I would kill them one after the other. I would mutilate them, eviscerate them, crush them to bones, skin them alive. They had messed with the wrong student. I didn't care who they were or how powerful their fraternal association was, all I knew was that I was going to watch their blood flow and stare into their eyes as death paid them a visit each.

Suddenly, Pain stopped laughing. His deadly eyes assumed their mien and he stared straight at me. I returned his gaze, my eyes burning flames of rage. He walked slowly towards me, his gaze never leaving my eyes. It was hard to guess his emotion with that cold, deadly stare. When he reached me, he said aloud, "Dead people don't make promises."

Then I knew what would happen. I was going to be killed. I had been deceiving myself thinking that I would have the chance to avenge my Jumai. These men would not give me that pleasure of vengeance. They would kill me. And only God knew what they would do to Jumai after my death. I didn't want to dwell on something so horrifying. It was too painful to think about. Oh! Jumi! I'm so sorry. I brought all these on you! Please forgive me. I wish I could turn back the hands of time. My love. The love of my life. We've had the best love. It was short but it's the best. I will take the memory of our love to my grave. I will be waiting for you on the other side, if there is truly an other side. That place where there is no pain or wickedness. I will wait for you there, and we will be together forever; safe from the wickedness of this world. I will wait, Jumai. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you. We belong to each other. For better and for worse. We shall be joined together in heavenly matrimony.

I watched as Pain reached into his back pocket and brought out a pistol. He clicked the safety off and aimed at my head. I shut my eyes, waiting for the darkness, ready for my journey to the afterlife. Everything would be over in a moment. I didn't want to carry the memory of Jumai's damaged body to my grave, so I pictured the moment I saw her for the first time as she came to my rescue from a stubborn zip, our chats in the restaurant, and the feel of her soft body as we made love.

Boom!

I heard a deafening shot. I thought I was dead, but I wasn't. The gun had been fired somewhere else. I wouldn't have heard the shot if I was being shot on the head. I wouldn't feel anything. A bullet travels at over four thousand feet per second. Four times faster than the speed of sound. The effect of that velocity is absolute. We just cease to exist. I opened my eyes just as the trigger was pulled the second time. Pain was shooting at Jumai!

"NO! JUMAI! NO!" I screamed as I had never done before! My Jumai was being shot in the belly and the head. It was like a slow motion. I watched as she slackened there on the floor and her soul left this world. "NO! NO! JUMAI!"

The next thing I knew, the pistol was pointed at my head again and the trigger was pulled. I didn't hear the shot.

Darkness visited me.

omobs:
Just finished reading Kanu on okada Books, Larrysun you are a great writer, keep it up and please we need part 2 of kanu

Thanks boss. The sequel is coming soon.

Chapter 5

I believed it was hours before I woke from the sudden attack; and when I awoke, I felt the sharp pain at the back of my head, the pain that had caused me to lose the lights. This time around, I fought the pain so as not to return to that darkness of fitful faints. I was awake now, but I didn't see anything; I was blindfolded by a black cloth or something. At first I thought I was blind until I touched my face and felt the blindfold. I briefly wondered why my abductor would go to the length of covering my eyes. What was he hiding? Or was it a she? Then it occurred to me. I was transported here, to this location, whatever location it might be; the abductor apparently made sure that I never knew the routes that led to that quiet place. Everything was eerily quiet, even the leaves on trees appeared, for a moment, to be tired of rustling; it seemed as if I was the only person in the world, but I knew quite well that I was not alone. I felt the sun on my face as I attempted to search for light to aid my obstructed vision, but the heat of the sun was not harsh. I laid there for a few minutes when I heard the sounds of footsteps; there was the sound of another abducted struggling with its captors. I recognised the voice! That voice! It was Jumai's voice! What were they doing to her? I wanted to yank the fold off my face but strong hands quickly held mine. Then the hands untied the cloth and I caught the activities of my surroundings.

There were about a dozen men dressed in red; with their dressings, they looked like the devil's followers. Each man was wielding a new cutlass, except two people who held a pistol each. And kneeling before them was my girl, my Jumai! Truly, nothing scared me, but seeing Jumai kneeling in front of these vicious men drew a terrible stitch at my heart. I could not even imagine what they would do to her. The shortest among the men, whom they referred to as Scar (probably because he had an ugly scar that ran from his left cheek to his right, as if someone had attempted to part his head with a machete by hitting him squarely on the bridge of the nose) placed the sharp end of a cutlass against her head with the stance of a readiness to hack away at any careless advance from me. I remained rooted in my position, unable to move, even dreading to breathe. These men were no jokes; they were ready to carry out their threat, the unspoken threat. I dared not move!

I watched as one of the men went to Jumai and untie the cloth over her eyes. I was the first person she saw.

"Kanu!" She screamed. I knew why she gave this sudden outburst; Jumai could not bear to see anything bad happen to me. Like me, she'd also rather die than see me get stung by a rogue bee. She was instantly afraid for me, afraid for what they would do to me. Hot tears rushed to her eyes as she looked at me with those angelic eyes. Behind those eyes were the premonitions of terrible things that would happen here. I was not ready to dwell on such things, I was afraid of thinking about anything tragic in relation to Jumai.

As we looked at each other, knelt and subdued before these vicious men, another man joined the group. This one I knew very well; it was Pain himself. He was also dressed in red. He smiled wickedly at me, daring me with his eyes to come at him as he stroked Jumai's face. Pain told the men standing by me to tie me to the mango tree in the arena. I couldn't resist for the fear of what they might do to Jumai. The short man was still poised with his cutlass over Jumai's head, he was not smiling. I didn't even think his ghastly scar would allow him a smile if he attempted it. I was firmly tied to the tree with a strong rope.

Then, after having securely tied me down, Pain came close to me and said to my face, reeking with so much halitosis that I nearly retched, "I told you that you would regret your action. Your regret will start from now."

Then he spat on my face. His saliva on me made my stomach turn with disgust a million times.

He was still giving that vicious smile when he struck a raging chord within me; he ran his dirty hands over Jumai's body, places where only I had the right to touch. I almost ran mad with rage; how lucky Pain was! How lucky he was that I was tied down! I would have crushed him to dust for what he had done. He saw the raw rage in my eyes and he was scared for a moment, but after deciding that I could not break loose, he assumed that terrible smile again and ran his filthy hands over my Jumai. Even Jumai herself was filled with disgust, I was sure she felt as if she was being kneaded by worms.

Suddenly, Pain's eyes brightened up with an idea. He laughed out loud at whatever scenario had formed in his head; and I was sure that whatever inspiration his head had drawn was nothing close to anything decent. I knew what he was thinking; it was something too terrible to reflect upon. I could not bear to imagine something so terrible happening. Instantly, the anger I had initially assumed metamorphosed into fear; a terrible fear for Jumai. I looked into Pain's eyes and implored him not to do it. Instead of listening to me, Pain gave another raucous laughter at my plea; he evidently enjoyed seeing me beg him to save my girl. But Pain was a madman; he had no iota of kindness in him. He could run a tractor over his mother for a cob of maize.

Then just right in front of me, Pain ripped Jumai's blouse apart. It felt like it was my veins that were being torn. He grabbed her bra and yanked it off with force. The animals that surrounded us cheered and feasted their eyes on her exposed bosoms. It was a nightmare. Not only to Jumai, but also me. I tried with all my strength to break free but the rope still firmly held me down. I stared horror-stricken as Pain went ahead to rip off her panties too. Jumai screamed and begged but no one was listening to her. Four men strongly held her by the arms and legs as Pain viciously shred all the fabrics on her. He made sure she was entirely without any covering. He was smiling wickedly at me as he unhooked his belt and zipped down his pair of trousers. His turgid member sprang out like a yoyo; veined, ugly, big and curved downward. His gang members joked at his strained genital and he stroked it proudly as he looked at me with those dead eyes.

I shut my eyes tightly; not willing to see what was going to happen now. I opened them almost immediately as I shut them; it would be wrong of me to close my eyes. Closing my eyes would be akin to turning my back on my Jumai when she needed me most. I felt so terrible. I had let her down. I should be protecting her from these evil men, but all I was doing was watching as they grabbed and bared her body. I couldn't stop trying to break free; the ropes cut into my flesh and blood oozed out. That wasn't painful in the least, what was very painful was my inability to save Jumai. I was sweating like a well-digger as I was about to witness the inevitable tragedy.

Pain, after getting into his own birthday suit, too, asked the men holding Jumai's legs to part the legs wider. Then he got between Jumai's thighs and shoved himself hard into her. Jumai screamed out in pain. This was too much. What had Jumai done wrong to deserve such an unkind treatment? She was only a simple girl who fell in love. When had been falling in love become a crime. Did she deserve this vicious fate because she didn't love a cultist? I was asking myself all these questions because I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't cover my ears to cover the screams, I couldn't save my girl when she needed me most. All I could do was ask questions and watch as the evil Pain mercilessly molest my girl. His buttock was coming up and going down on her sharply. Jumai screamed with every thrust she suffered. Pain was a beast. He pumped away at her for over fifteen minutes. He grunted like a poked pig as he climaxed and collapsed on her as if he was on honeymoon. I was blindly enraged. I wanted to kill Pain. No, not only pain, I wanted to kill them all.

About a minute later, Pain slipped himself out of her and stood on his feet. His member coated with my Jumai's inner fluid. Even in repose, his manhood still looked massive.

Still smiling at me, he said aloud, "Who else wants to taste from this honeypot?"

All the men screamed "I do! I do!! I do!!!"

TeameeMoses:
I don book my space......

Space booker. Lol!

pablobellins:
larrysun and i didnt get a mention? A whole peter black in the making (walks into thread with rhoda beside me)

Lol! I'm so sorry about that. Kindly forgive me.

dominique:
Nice work Larrysun. I downloaded the story from Okadabooks about 2 years ago and enjoyed every bit of it. I was hoping to get the sequel but I couldn't find it on the platform. Do you have the sequel now?

Meanwhile literaturelanders, try and appreciate Nairaland writers from time to time by buying their works whenever you can. It's not easy putting a story together, a lot of time effort and research goes into writing a chapter. Let your appreciation go beyond applauding them on their treads.

Thank you so much, ma'am. I'll let you know as soon as the sequel is available. God bless you abundantly.

I hope others patronise us instead of insulting us for not updating. I have four books published on Okadabooks but most people won't buy. They would rather read for free. I shake my head at them!

Fazemood:
Larrysun the 'BUSHMASTER' . Kanu the 'MUSTANG G80 V8 XL' beast. Badest.

Lol! I remain loyal!

*covers face

Chapter 4

The next day, Jumai had woken up before me and had dressed up to leave because she was having an impromtu lecture by nine a.m. I saw her off and returned to my apartment to resume my sleep; last night's sexual relationship had exhausted me more than I thought. I knew that Jumai was likewise weak, but the lecture was something she could not afford to miss. One of her classmates had called her to inform her about the risks inherent in any refusal to attend the class. And because my Jumai wanted to keep a clean academic record, she had to leave.

I was still sleeping an hour later when my phone rang. It was Jumai. The tone of her voice brought me instantly awake. She sounded like someone very agitated; there was tremor in her voice as she spoke to me, and I could also detect the terror that backed up her words.

"Are you okay, Jumi?" I preferred leaving out the letter 'a' in her name whenever I called her. But, coming to think of it, this was my first time of calling her 'Jumi'. I didn't even know if she liked being called 'Jumi' or not. To me, 'Jumi' sounded cooler.

"Kanu, you need to come immediately." She replied, her voice still shaky and worried.

I was befuddled; yet, various possibilities behind her emergency summon flashed in my brain. Was her lecturer harassing her? I doubted it. Jumia wouldn't have to call me if it was only her lecturer giving her problems. She knew how to protect herself from professors with lustful libidos. Was she having a cramp? I've read it somewhere that some women suffer stomach upset after sexual intercourses gone wrong. I didn't think that was the problem either. Our romp was the best I had ever had. And I knew she loved it as much as I did. There was something very wrong somewhere. Something far worse than the ideas that popped into my head. I became instantly alarmed. My mind immediately flashed to the day before. Pain! Oh, my God! Pain was holding Jumai!

"Where are you?" I asked; my voice louder than normal.

"Come to our spot." She said. The call was terminated immediately after that. I was stumped again. I didn't fully understand what was going on. I tried to call the number back but I could not connect. There was something else I noticed; Jumai asked me to come to our spot – of course, I knew that, it was our quiet area of the school that nature had particularly designed for Jumai and I alone. But Jumai didn't tell me she was there, she only told me to come to our usual spot. Something was terribly wrong.

I quickly showered and dressed up. I admit, I had never been as worried about anyone as I was about Jumai. I kept praying that she was all right. I couldn't imagine life without Jumai. Existence would be void. I would rather die than see her get hurt. Jumai was life itself. And I knew that life would not deal me such blow of giving her to me one moment and taking her back. It would be the cruelest thing that could ever happen to me.

It was about midday when I arrived at the spot. The place was as silent as it always was, except for the occasional songs of birds among trees and shrubs, and also the breathing of gentle breeze. I had once lingered in that spot with Jumai till about nine p.m. Then, the sounds of both the birds and breeze had been drowned by the coarse voices of nearby frogs in the swamp that nearly surrounded the love garden.

I looked around but I could not find Jumai; there was no one in sight. I called out her name, there was no answer. I stood there both worried and dazed. She had called me to come here, so why was she not here? What was going on? I call her name again, still no reply. Then I heard a ruffle among the bush behind me, it could have been the wind that blew across it but I was certain it wasn't; there was someone coming at my back. I initially thought it was Jumai sneaking behind me but I quickly dismissed the thought for another when the gear of my brain engaged itself. It was an adversary creeping behind. But I was not fast enough; before I could turn I felt something heavy hit the back of my neck, hot flashes invaded my skull as I fell on my knees. Then another strike landed on the base of my neck.

Darkness set in.

Chapter 3

What Jumai told me did not have any significance on me. Maybe I ought to be really scared, but I wasn't. I didn't care if Pain was a Mafia or a terrorist; I just didn't want him harassing my Jumai. If he tried to pull the nonsense he pulled today again, I was still going to floor him all over. Pain was apparently a lousy fighter; I'm not sure if I wasn't going to defeat him with one of my hands tied behind me.

Jumai followed me home for the first time that day; maybe she did that because she was afraid of passing the night in the school hostel. My house was not very far from the school. It was a self-contained apartment of a quiet bungalow in a quiet part of the city. I had my apartment at the extreme part of the building, so I didn't always see my neighbours much. I'm a recluse, I don't relate much with people; I think I've already mentioned that. Hell, with my own kitchen and bathroom, I didn't have to have anything to do with anyone among my neighbours.

It was already around 6pm when we reached my abode. And Jumai immediately went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. While she remained in the kitchen cooking, I opened my textbook and attempted to balance a certain chemical equation that could well be used to produce a bomb. It took me about an hour to solve this equation. Darkness had finally descended and I could now barely see my palms. Our electric power was always rotated among five streets, and today was the day we were denied. Jumai was using the rechargeable lamp in the kitchen. I stood up and went to the back of the house and switched on my small power generator. By the time I returned into my room, the food had been served; the sight of the meal reminded me of how hungry I had been beforehand. Like the equation I was solving, I balanced myself behind the food and began to eat. Jumai herself marvelled at my voracious appetite. And, I admit, Jumai's culinary skill could be matched by only a few cooks.

She watched me with fascination as I attacked my meal. She was a slow eater, she ate with deliberation and calculation, as if the meal was more of a necessary ritual than something meant to be savoured. I loved the way she ate; I hoped I could eat with precision as Jumai. She cleared the table after the meals and immediately did the dishes. Jumai was the perfect woman for me. Jumai was the girl I was going to marry.

We watched a Nollywood movie for two hours before Jumai went into the bedroom. I thought she went to bed but she returned to the living room wearing only her negligée. She came directly to me, held my cheeks in her tender hands and kissed me passionately. I could not help returning the kiss. I held her and felt the dress she was wearing; she was having nothing under the negligée, and I could feel the swell of her full bosoms in my hands. Her hard n*pples were threatening to burst out of the fabric.

With both of us breathing hard, she broke the heated kiss and stared hard at me for a moment before she finally pulled the dress over her. She stood there before me, totally naked. Jumai was a perfect creature; her silky and smooth skin seemed to glow under the glare of the overhead bulb, and the curves stood proud and conspicuously handful.

She said to me, "Kanu, please make love to me."

I stood up and reached for her, and I soon had her in my arms, embracing her roughly. I kissed her again on her open mouth, pressing until I found her tongue, then shoved my body against hers until she could feel my erection. As our embrace tightened, our kiss more heated, I lowered one hand and reached for her breast. My finger circled on one hard n*pple. My other hand groped downward past her flat belly until it reached the fluffy soft pubic hair, massaging the distended clitor*s and gliding over the moistening vulva.

Without wasting any more time, I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom illuminated by a single table lamp. I lowered her down on the bed. Yanking off my tie, shirt and trousers, I undressed completely. I could see myself stark naked in the full-length mirror of the wardrobe. I could see her behind me, on the edge of the bed. I could see how young and beautiful she was, the flawless light-complexioned skin, straight full breasts with large hardened n*pples, the rise and fall of her abdomen, the long triangle of the soft pubic hair. My eyes shifted to my reflection, to my pen*s standing straight out.

I turned around. She was lying back on the bed now, watching fascinated as I walked towards her. She worked herself sideways and I was beside her. I caressed and sucked her breasts passionately for some minutes before pushing myself to my knees. She looked at me as if I was her creator, licked her dry lips, lifted her knees, and spread them apart.

I was over her and between her fleshy thighs, and into the vaginal opening, slowly and slowly, and deeper and deeper between the clinging lips of the vulva. It was delicious, this entry, and as I slid back and forth I was aroused to a bursting point. I thought that I might come right away, so I slowed, fighting the urge to ejaculate, until the wave passed, and then I settled down to a steady, relentless rhythm, giving it to her straight and hard.

After a few minutes her hips began to rise and fall with me, and make undulating circular movements that quickened and heaved, and she began to emit throaty orgasmic sounds. I was ready, and suddenly her fingers dugs into my shoulders and she was ready too. She opened her eyes and began to come, and with that I pumped mindlessly, felt the perspiration in my eyes, and then I came big. She was slack beneath me, gulping air, and I rolled off her.

My hand went down to her cl*toris and massaged it briefly until she lifted her hips and came again. After that, she had three more orgasms and wanted no more. I lay with my head between her breasts and her fingers played with my hair.

"I love you, Kanu." She said, still stroking my hair. She had said those words countless of times before, but the way she said them now was so genuine and emotional; her voice was both soft and deep, and I could feel the tremor behind those words. Jumai loved me totally, entirely, and without reservations. She didn't love me for my looks – because I don't possess the best physical outlook, she didn't love me for the sexual regatta we just experienced either, she just loved me naturally.

And I loved her more for that. For Jumai, I was ready to do anything; I was ready to sacrifice my life for hers without thinking twice. And I would protect her with the last ounce of strength in my body. Love is cheap, but it's a scarce commodity. I've found my soulmate, the key to my soul, the lintel of my heart. This was the rarest love; one that nature could never diminish. A love bound to be shared for better and for worse.

"I love you, too, Jumai. I will always love you."

"We'll be together forever." She replied. Then she reached down and brought her soft lips to mine, kissing me as I had never been kissed before. It was paradise.

Then I suddenly felt an involuntary movement between my legs. This had happened very fast. My hand found her breasts and I fondled them, rubbing and sucking the large n*pple of each, feeling them grow under my fingertips and tongue. She came around on her side, felt my growing erection, held it until her hand was full and able to take only part of its hardness.

She pulled me to her, raised her knees and opened herself to me. I rose above her and comfortably entered her once more, resuming as if I had done it with her all my life and it seemed like a dance we had always done so well together.

This time it was even better, the best. My body was slick with sweat and her skin slippery from mine when she came in one long-drawn-out eruption, and seconds later I came too.

I managed to push off her, and we both lay there exhausted.

After some few minutes, I looked over at her on my side. She was breathing shallowly, sound asleep. I watched her beautiful face till I fell asleep too.

rukidanty:
when is part two coming out.. please answer us instead of keeping quiet

I'll start BOOK TWO when I sell the first copy of BOOK ONE I uploaded on Okadabooks.

icekidmuktar:
i doubt if we all will live to see the end of this masterpiece...

i'll be 75 years before he even start the PART 2.

i'll be 81 years before or after the completion of the PART 2...

Chai!!!
pleasd at 81 years (thats if i am even alive be that ooo) am i suppose to be reading stuffs on nairaland?

mtcheew! all this "upcoming" writers just want to give me hypertension with their delayed and uncompleted stories.

some of them are CHUMZYPINKY, DOROUSMART EMMANUEL A.K.A TBM (the blessed man) i guess if he is trully blessed, and now LARRYSUN of all people want to join this gang of idle writers.

but they still remain my favourite writers sha especially LARRYSUN AND TBM,

ONLY THE MOST INTELLIGENT AND SENSIBLE ONE'S WILL UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS NEVER A CRITIC

as for those who will take this as a critic, they should go and lick their anuses clean till it whitened!

BYE

You're probably 74 years old now.

Fazemood:
LSD is here with another BANG. Amazing Man

Thank you, boss.

Holluwaphlexy:
Larrysun is here......keep ur story.....every single novel was and still a hit back to back....ride on boss you've got a loyal follower in me

Thank you, boss.