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"I hope no lady was eyeing you there."

I chuckled. "No. Even if that happened, you should know I'm not the type who jumps from one lady to another."

"Yeah, I trust you."

Her left hand rubbed my chest. "I just have to come this night 'cos I miss you so much," she purred.

"That's okay, you're welcome."

She kept rubbing my chest. "You know what?" she asked.

"What?"

"This our relationship needs to be spiced up."

I was silent for a while. "How do you mean?"

"There's no need you keep denying yourself what you've been denying yourself."

"Hmn, what have I been denying myself?"

"The aspect of having fun."

I grinned. "Goodness, are we not having fun right now?"

She shook her head against my body. "The fun is not complete."

I knew what she meant but didn't say anything.

"I think the problem is I've not really been able to put you in the mood."

There we go again, I thought.

"I've made up my mind that today, today, I must put you in the mood."

What was she up to?

She got up from the bed and started removing her t-shirt.

"Hey, you don't need to do that," I said.

"Why not?" In the dimly light room, she jiggled her breasts as soon the top was removed. It was a way to let me know and see that the boobs were full and firm.

Her hands went to her bum shorts to pull it down.

Oh Lord.

"As I said, I have the task of putting you in the mood tonight."

Now, she stood naked by the bedside. She was beautiful, no doubt, but so what?

She wasn't done yet. Her hands came for my boxers.

"Now, wait a minute..."

She pretended not to hear me. The hands pulled the boxers down. Now, what would I call this? At best, was this not the seduction of the highest order? If a guy should do this to a lady, would it not be called sexual harassment?




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Slowly, Agatha stripped. She was now clad only in bra and pantie.

‘Everything,’ he said, his eyes glistening in excitement.

Her eyes popped out a bit.

‘Don’t worry, just go ahead.’

Slowly, she complied with his demand. She felt embarrassed to stand before him in nudity, but his smug look made her to shrug off non-responsively.

He seemed to critically examine her from head to toe. His eyes lingered on her full boobs before they glided to the valley of her pubic region. The way he stared at her body showed that he was pleased with what he saw.

'Alright,' he said finally. 'Let's meet at Lolita Hotel this evening by seven o'clock. Then, I will fully explore the treasure island that I've seen.'
Lolita Hotel was just before the main gate of the university. Only ‘jambite’ students would claim that they didn't know it.

‘You can put your dress back on now.’

Agatha nodded and wore her clothes back. She would have to keep that date. She indeed kept it. By quarter to seven p.m., she was at the lobby of the cozy hotel. By six thirty, Joe was already there. He has ordered for a bottle of beer to while away the time. Agatha looked uncertainly around the lobby/ bar when she stepped inside.

Joe quickly beckoned at her. She smiled and came to his table.

'Good evening, sir,' she greeted.

'Ah, my dear angel.' It was his usual way of referring to his ladies. 'Good evening. Sit down and join me.'

'Thank you, sir.'

He grinned at her as he studied her features. She had moderate height and stature. Her bust, from what he could see so far, was neither big nor small. He imagined that her tits were firm. Now, that was one of the strange things he had discovered. Some of the students he had slept with, as young as they were, had flabby and out-of-shape boobs. In his mind, those girls were not only spoilt but rotten.

'What drinks do you want?' he asked.
She shook her head. 'I'll not have any, sir.

Thank you.'

'Nothing? Not even mineral drinks?'

'Nothing, sir.'

He decided to let her be. It was not important that she must have drinks. What was important was that he would be 'making love' to her. There was no much chatting. Some minutes later, he emptied the last content from his glass.

‘Alright, let’s go there,’ he said, belching gently.

Agatha followed him to the room he had booked.

‘I hope you’ll use condom,’ she said, half to herself.

He smiled at her. ‘Of course, of course.’

He undressed. True to his words, he brought a latex rubber out of his pocket. He slid it on his erect member, ready for action.

She undressed and lie on the bed. Even before he moved over to her, she closed her eyes.

She could feel his touch on her breasts and he fondled them, the smell of bear heavy from his breath. Her eyes remained closed as she let him satisfy his lusts.






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“Are you offended by my question?” she asked.

“No, although I wondered why.”

"I just wanted to know. Mum has told me everything."

I could not suppress the curiosity that came.

"What did she tell you?"

"She told me you're the most diligent worker she has."

I grinned at the comment. "Thank you for the compliment."

"She also told me you lost your wife early this year. Sorry about that."

"Thank you."

There was a pause.

"What are you doing right now?"

"I'm about to eat."

"Eat what?"

I told her.

"Did you cook it or you bought it out?" She laughed shortly.

"I bought it out."

"You didn't buy for me?" She laughed again.

"Next time I would buy for you." I instantly realized that was not the answer I should have given her.

"When will that next time be?"

"Em...."

"Can that be tomorrow evening?"

Hey, see me see trouble. Where was Sophia goarding to? I quickly had to think of an idea. "I would have loved to take you out to dinner, but your mum will not like it."

"My mum?" Her tone appeared shocked.

"What has mum got to do with this?"

"She's my employer and she won't like one of her employees taking her daughter out for dinner."

"Oh, come off it. Mummy won't mind that."

I had to be insistent. "I'm sure she will."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to put you in any trouble, so I'll tell. For now, let me allow you to eat in peace. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She cut the line. I wondered what Ms. Morgan would react to the interest her daughter was showing. I needed to tread carefully.

By nine, on Friday morning, I got a call from Ms. Morgan. After the normal
exchange of pleasantries, she went on to talk about Sophia.

"She told me she will like you to take her to some places of interest."

"She did?"

"Yes, but I told her no. I told her I would not want her to develop any relationship with you. Do you know what she said thereafter?"

"No," I answered.

There was a pause. "She said I just confirmed her suspicion that something is going on between us. Sophia is always trying to be clever. If or when she calls you again, tell her plainly that I've called you to warn you not to develop any relationship with her. When I come to Lagos tomorrow, we'll see, my darling."





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Abi and Helen thanked the man and promised to be back soonest with all the things they would need for the successful sacrifice.




This Monday morning would be busy for her in the school. By ten o'clock, inspectors from the Ministry of Education would be visiting the school. Mrs. Amah had been hammering on it as if U.N inspectors on weapons of mass destruction were coming.

Damilola was in Mrs. Amah's office and they were going through some files. Her door was ajar. It became widely opened, as the V.P Admin entered.

'Good morning, madam. Good morning, Miss LaVos.' He smiled genially.

The women reciprocated the gesture.

'I've come to report a case to you, ma'am.'' He faced Mrs Amah. Before he went on, he sat down and wiped his face. Despite the coolness of the morning, Mr. Aremu was perspiring. It was not a surprise as he did that a lot.

'An SS2 student, Agnes Bamishe made a complaint against one of the teachers. The complaint was that the man was sexually harassing her. Mr. Alore, of course, denied the allegation.' He paused to gauge the attention of his listeners. They were attentive.

Mrs. Amah sighed. She wondered why the case of sexual harassment was becoming prevalent. In the last three months, two teachers were dismissed over similar cases. The school had zero tolerance for sexual misconduct and had always warned any staff against it. The punitive measure was stiff. Despite all these, a similar case was coming up again.

'We’ll revisit the issue later this afternoon.' Mrs. Amah would not want a distraction anon. 'For now, let's concentrate on the inspection matter.'

The V.P rose to go. 'Alright, madam.'

'Those files I told you about, are they all ready?'

'Yes, they are.' He smirked.

'Good. Well done.'

'Thank you.'

He left the office.

'I don't know what's wrong with some of these teachers - these male teachers.' Mrs. Amah grinned ruefully. ‘Can't they leave the girls alone?'

'I wonder too.' Damilola actually wondered why some male could not control themselves on sex matters. Her mind went to Josh. Why on earth did he do what he did? Why did he make it look like life could not be without sensuous desires? For some people, there was no restraint and no inhibition. Why?




Nonso rolled on the bed and yawned again. His wife watched him as she creamed her body. She had already taken her bath and had her towel round her body from the chest down to the knees.

'It's already past eight in the morning, are you not going to work this morning?' She had her back to him as she primed herself up.

He stretched his body. 'I'll go later, although I have a slight headache.'

Nonso was his own employer and boss, and he always did things at his own pace and as he wished. Nobody would raise an eyebrow if he went late to work, or if he did not even go at all.

'Headache?' His wife turned to look at him in concern.

'Yes. Just a slight one.'

'That means you need to eat and take some analgesics.'

Still lying on the bed, he nodded and half studied his wife. With age, she had grown to become fat. Even her arms had lumps of fat. His mind flashed back to thirty years ago when she was still young and fresh. She was slim, light in complexion and beautiful. She was the cynosure of all eyes then. Now, things had changed, and Nonso did not really fancy the changes.

It was not that things were bad outright. Even at fifty five, Pauline was a beautiful woman. A man could have thanked God that his wife had grown to be chubby and graceful, but not Nonso. He was too fastidious to glorify God with the life of his wife.

Previously, some fifteen years back, he had complained about the increasing fat. Pauline had taken the matter seriously and had enrolled in a keep-fit class. She was able to shed some weight and her husband had been impressed.

Soon afterwards, the keep-fit exercises could not be sustained and the fat came back with vengeance. Since then, Pauline had remained helpless about the situation.

She finished the creaming and removed the towel to wear her under wears and clothes.

Nonso closed his eyes. He knew more fat would assail his sight, especially in the chest, the tummy and from the waist to the hips. In a broad daylight like this, he would rather not see them.

'What do I ask Sename to prepare for you as breakfast?' Pauline strapped her extra-large bra in place.

At the mention of Sename's name, his heart skipped a beat. To him, Sename's slim - but bosomy - physique was the ideal body a woman should have. Nonso believed that a man had the right to become fat; but not a woman. But maybe some men liked them fat. Such men could go ahead and encourage their women to become as rotund as possible; that would be their choice. For him, the slim one was the beacon of attraction.





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The voice sounded like her daughter’s own, but I could not be too sure. “Who is this, please?”

“Sophia.”

I sighed and wondered why she had to call me.

“Oh, Sophia. Hope no problem.”

“None. I just want to ask a simple question.”

I became curious. “What question?”

There was a long pause. “What’s between you and my mum?”

What! Why did she ask that? How could she suspect that there was something between her her mother and me?

“I don’t understand what you mean, Sophia.”

“Of course you do. I won't buy that pretense that you’re her employee. You’re more than that. Are you her lover?”

This was serious. How could she be asking me this? If she suspected anything, why didn’t she ask her mother?

All of a sudden, the line was disconnected.

Phew! Should I call the number back? I decided not to. Sophia was probably using the phone when her mother was not there. Okay, so she would have to call me back to get an answer to her question. But, how would I answer her?

How else? I would deny any intimate relationship with her mother, of course.

She did not call back that night.




The following morning, Ms. Morgan informed me that she would be travelling to Abuja again. I wished her safe journey. It was a Thursday. Yuletide sales were booming and I was very busy at the stores. That evening I didn’t return home until few minutes to eleven o’clock.

I had already bought the food I would be eating in a pack, so no need to cook. As I was eating the meal, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I picked up the call.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Am i interrupting anything?”

It was Sophia’s voice. I was instantly on the alert. “Sophia?”

“Yes. Am I on to Tayo?”

“Yes. How’re you?”

“I’m fine. How’re you too?”

“Let’s me say I thank God.”

“Good.” A pause. “I didn’t bother asking you the question I asked the other time again because I had got the answer to it.”

I grinned. “You did? That’s good.” So, what answer did you get? I asked in my mind.

“Are you offended by my question?” she asked.

“No, although I wondered why.”



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'One more thing. I only deal in cash.'

He grinned and nodded. 'That'll be no problem.'


* * *


Dr. Sabada removed his black jacket and hanged it on the back rest of his swivel, leather chair. It was one of the rare days he would be wearing a jacket. He preferred casual wears. Joe Sabada was a lecturer at the English language department, Lagoon View University, Lagos.

At forty, he was still considered young. He was a brilliant scholar and teacher who could hold his audience spell-bound for hours. Many of his students at the under-graduate school held in awe.

Dr. Sabada however had one flaw: he could not resist anything in skirt. His beautiful wife, having become fed up with his philandering way of life, had called it quits with him. From seductive female students to bewitching sex workers, Joe could not simply hold himself back.

He sat on his chair and thought over some events of the day. So far, Agatha Laseko had told him she would be coming to see him in his office. She was a pretty student in level 300. Agatha had initially rebuffed his amorous advance. It took her a failure in the course he handled, for her to have a rethink. Now, she said she would be coming over. Joe had spent well over an hour in the office before Agatha came around.

'Good afternoon, sir,' she greeted.

'Yeah.' He grinned at her. 'You're welcome. Sit down. You said you wanted to see me.'

She took one of the seats opposite him. 'Yes, sir. It's about what you told me the other day. I've come to tell you that I've agreed.'

Sabada beamed in smiles.

‘Are you sure about that?’

‘Yes, sir.’

He smiled again. ‘Good girl.’ He stood from his chair and went to lock the office door.

'Before, you go further, you need to stand up and take a step back.'

It sounded quite odd, but she did as she was directed.

He examined her critically from head to toe.

'Okay, step forward.'

She moved forward.

'Open your handbag and bring all the contents out.'

She emptied the bag. Her two phones, books, other writing materials, a handkerchief, make-up kit and sundry things were brought out. He scanned each item and ensured that the phones were not in audio or video recording mode. One must be careful these days, he thought. Some guys were caught on camera and were slammed with sexual molestation and rape charges. After his searches, he seemed to be satisfied.

'Good. Are you sure you're really ready to play ball?' he asked.

'Yes.'

He stared at her, smiled again and nodded. 'I need a proof from you. And the proof is I want you to strip naked. Right now, strip completely naked,' he coed.

Agatha was not surprised by what she was experiencing. From what some of her colleagues had told her, Dr. Joe Sabada was a man of intense passion and kinky sensuous demands.

Slowly, Agatha stripped. She was now clad only in bra and pantie.




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He made straight for the master bedroom where his wife would most likely be.

‘Hello?’ he paced in, looking solemnly.

As usual, Julie was there, staring at the thirty-two inches flatscreen and already in her sleepwear. It was a very transparent and sexy one, all for dear hubby. She stood up to give him a smile and a welcome. He clasped her waist in his hands and swooped on her luscious lips with kisses.

‘I’m sorry I’m late,’ he said, just as he did the previous night. ‘It’s the work. Don’t worry, I’m going to cut down on those hours so that I can always be with my darling wife on time.’

‘You must be tired.’ She helped him out of his coat, helped him to loosen and remove his tie, and then removed his shoes and socks. That was Julie, the caring wife.

‘You must be tired,’ she repeated.

‘You’re right. Talking about those legal documents and those legal mumbo jumbos. Sometimes, I wished I hadn’t left the law chamber. Private practice could be fun, you know.’

She nodded as if she knew. ‘But you don’t have to complain, darling. The pay is good and … ‘

‘I know, I know.’ He grinned. ‘In fact, if not for the prospects, I wonder why I should be holed up in an office all day long.’

It was a standard ironic statement. In the real sense of it, Femi loved his job. Perhaps, he needed to make more biting statement to blame something on his shortcoming as far as connubial commitment was concerned.

‘Let me check if your dinner is ready,’ she put in. she always called his office just about official closing time to ask him what he would like for dinner. He had told her he wanted pounded yam tonight. As usual, the pounding machine would be on the rescue. His favorite snail-grilled egusi soup would complement the delicacy.

By the time she came back, he was already decked in pajamas.

‘It’s ready.’

He smiled and followed her to the dining table in the large sitting-room. The food smelt delicious, and so was the taste. He enjoyed it tremendously and he made sure he passed the appropriate compliment at the right time. She ate in silence while she savored the food and his commendations.

The unexpected call she had received that evening was still giving her a lot of concern, although she had been playing it cool as much as she could. She had decided not to tell him for now. It was still better not to involve him for now.

The dinner was over and the maid servant came to clear the plates. The couple returned to their bedroom upstairs.

‘How far with your writing?’ she asked. She always showed a great deal of interest in his writing. Julie was an avid reader but his kind of writing wasn’t exactly the kind she loved to read.

She preferred the romantic stuff and would go for anything written by the likes of Daniel Steele. Femi would laugh at her choice and call it the ‘effeminate feminine’ stuff.

‘You should try some hard stuff,’ he had suggested several times. She had actually tried some of them and had decided they gave her the aches. She couldn’t simply stand the violence and the gory thrills.





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Can you please send me your sizes? Your waist, bust, thigh. Thanks.

It took her some time to reply, but then she might be busy. I got those sizes and went to our Opebi store to get the most exotic materials for ladies. With the assistance of Betty, a sales girl, I was able to get some skirts, blouses and bras. I also bought an expensive phone.

“Who is the lucky lady you’re buying all these for?” Betty asked out of curiosity. By then, the bill had already run into millions of naira.

I smiled. “Oh, it’s a special person. A very special person.”

“That person must really, really be special,” she mused.

In the evening, I put all the gifts in a new leather box and took them to Ilupeju.

“All these for me?” she expressed happily.

“Thanks so much, Tayo. You’re such a darling.”
We were in her bedroom. She opened the box and went through the items I had bought one by one. I was glad she liked them. Several minutes later, she informed me that Sophia had decided to give her a surprise visit during this Christmas. Sophia was her daughter she had talked a lot about but I was yet to meet physically.

Two days later, Sophia arrived from Spain. She looked a lot like her mother, though she was taller and lighter in complexion. I couldn’t stay long in Ms. Morgan’s apartment as everything had to be formal. On Christmas day, I was invited to the house for dinner.

Ms. Morgan gave a buffet, as usual. The three of us were at the table while Maria waited on us.

I had to conduct myself as a real employee of the madam of the house, a privileged employee.

“Next year, by God’s grace,” Ms. Morgan said, “I will host all my staff in new year dinner.”

I smiled. “That will be fine, madam. I’m sure all of us workers will appreciate it.”

I was mindful of what I said. However, I noticed that Sophia kept regular glances towards my direction. After the meal, we took different exotic wines. I was modest in eating and drinking as usual.

I got back late to my residence and I could only think of sleep.

I was about to sleep when my phone rang. It was from Ms. Morgan. Somehow, I thought Sophia might be with her, so I decided to talk formally as I had been doing since Sophia arrived the country.

“Hello, madam,” I said. “Thanks for the meal. I really enjoyed every bite of it.”

“This is not madam.”

I immediately became alert. The voice sounded like her daughter’s own, but I could not be too sure. “Who is this, please?”

“Sophia.”





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Clara had clouded her face. 'I don't understand.'

'Let's be intimate,' he had said. 'Let me be blunt: let's get close, you know. Let's be lovers. That is all you have to pay.'

She was not exactly surprised that he was making that demand. Normally, she would have spurned his proposition, but this was not a normal quest. Since she was desperate about what she wanted, she shrugged and acquiesced to his demand. He had taken her to his residence and they had taken on each other lasciviously.

She was one of the numerous ladies he had taken home. At thirty-eight, Manu should be thinking of settling down with a wife and starting a family, but his thinking was not on that. Many of his mates had already settled down to marriage lives.

It was not as if he did not have the financial capacity. Neither was it that he was short of good ladies. Why then had he remained single? For inexplicable reasons, he was not even thinking of it.

He was satisfied with sleeping around and did not have marriage in his lexicon. Whenever some friend or relatives confronted him about marital issue, he would tell them he would settle down in the nearest future. How near that future was, he and other could not tell.


* * *


Eddie arrived at his office and set out to work immediately. He would not be going to court today but he had some documents and drafts to work on. Jolade, one of his associates, soon came to his office. While they worked, he could not help thinking about a story he read on an on-line news platform.

In the Life section of the news blog, he had read that there was a Nigerian networking website that could connect men who desired flings with ladies of their choice. The website was to get a relationship established between willing and consenting adults. Eddie had been going to brothels to patronize some sex workers since the death of his wife, but he felt that was not good enough. He needed something more discrete.

As soon as Mrs. Jolade Randle stepped out of his office, Eddie brought out his i-phone. He connected to the internet and visited the dating site. He filled in some data about himself which included the kind of relationship he sought and the kind of partner. He also supplied his mobile phone number, his WhatsApp number and e-mail address.

He soon had access to the different ladies that were available for his pick. After going through the profile of many of them, he finally picked a sultry, busty lady who called herself Dora. Tentatively, Eddie called her number. She answered after the third ring.

'Hello. Am I on to Dora?' he asked.

'Yes. Who's on the line?'

'The name is Eddie. I saw your profile on Hot 'n Cool connection. I'll like to meet with you.'

'Did you read through our terms?'

He grinned to himself. As a lawyer, was it possible for him to have missed that?

'Yes. The terms are okay by me.'

'Alright. Where and when do we meet?'

He thought briefly. 'There's this small hotel at Toyin Street, Ikeja. It is called Finicky Hotel. Let's meet there by six p.m today. Can you make it?'

There was a brief silence. 'That's no problem. Can you send your pix to this number? This is my WhatsApp number.'

'That will be no problem.'

'One more thing. I only deal in cash.'

He grinned and nodded. 'That'll be no problem.'





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'Are you set?' he asked.

'Yes, dad.'

He got up from his seat, picked up his black folder and preceded Nnena out of the room and flat.

They left in his Nissan jeep. Excellento Tutorial College is not very far from his residence. It was a trek able distance, or at worse, she could take commercial motor cycle popularly called 'okada.'

'I'm sending you to that place to study and learn,' he said as he drove in the early morning traffic. 'I'm not sending you to have boyfriends. So, face the purpose of why you're there.'

She nodded. She was the second of his four daughters aged twenty, seventeen, fifteen and twelve respectively. Since their mother passed away about six months ago, after a brief illness, their dad was saddled with both paternal and maternal roles. Thank God they were already grown up.

He soon got to the place he had set out to go.
The security man directed them to the Director's office. Through the open door, Manu could see father and daughter as they made their way to his office. From the way the man dressed, he knew he was an important man. He would have to be suave with such a person.

Eddie asked about how the college operated. He was told there were two sessions of classes.

'There's morning class and afternoon class,'

Manu said. 'The morning class starts by eight and ends two o'clock. The afternoon session begins 3.00 p.m., and ends six o'clock. It depends on the one you want your daughter to attend.'

'She will be coming for the morning session, and she's starting today.'

Manu told him how much was the Admission form and how much would be paid every month. Eddie paid for the form and the fee for the month by cash.

He rose to go. 'Alright, Nnena, you can always find your way home when you close.'

He gave her five hundred naira note. 'Have this.'

He waved her off and went back to his car. From Ojodu, he drove to Ogba where he had his law chamber.


* * *


By two o'clock, the morning classes ended. There would be a break of about an hour before the afternoon session would start. From his office, Manu watched as the students moved to the school gate and trooped out of the college. Most of them had completed their secondary school education and had come either to write UTME or to take GCE examinations.

For the fact that it was not a regular school, the students wore mufti. Clara was one of them. She was already close to twenty-one and had taken the UTME examinations thrice. This time around she had vowed that she must succeed by whatever means. When she first came to register at the tutorial college, she had told Manu about her challenges.

'You have come to the right place,' he had said. 'Apart from the normal teaching and lectures, I can guarantee your success once you can pay the price.'

'How much?' she had asked.

Manu had laughed. 'The price has no price tag,' he said. 'All you have to do is have some moments of intimacy with me. Once you can do that, that is all.'

Clara had clouded her face. 'I don't understand.'


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Dreary. How was the party you went to with your mum?''

I shrugged. 'It was fine. There was lots of food and drinks.'

'Good for you.'

I sent a smile 😁 emoji to her.

My phone started ringing. It was from the same Cynthia.

"I want to come over to your place now," she said.

"What! It's late in the night."

"It's just after ten, babe. From my house to yours is less than ten minutes' walk."

"But ...."

"I'll be there."

She hung up.

Truly some minutes later, she pressed the bell of our apartment.

"Didn't your parents say it was already late in the night?" I asked her.

She hugged me as if she had not seen me in ages. "I missed you, babe."

We sat on the sofa.

"Where's your mum?" She asked.

"Gone to bed. I'm sure she will be surprised that you're here right now."

Cynthia smiled, moved to my side and clung on to me. "I can't help it. I miss you so much."

In the past, she had occasional slept in our flat, so this was not entirely new. She yawned.

"Let's go to bed, babe," she said.

I switched off the television and we moved to my bedroom. I wondered if I should let mum know that Cynthia was around, but decided against disturbing her sleep.

Cynthia came prepared. In her small bag, she had a bum short and t-shirt she changed into. I stripped to my singlet and boxers. My mind went over the events of the day. What an eventful day it had been.

As soon, as I lied on the bed, Cynthia snuggled up to me.

"Tell me, how did the party go?" she said.

Briefly I told her some events at the party, but skipped the part of Ms. Adedun.

"I hope no lady was eyeing you there."





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