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royalguy123:
op must you quote the whole episode just to write this
na wao for you ooo

SeyiDominion:
There was something in her voice that sounded angry, but it wasn’t there when she went on. “He won’t be home until 5:30,” she replied. “He’s been working a lot of overtime, lately.”

It was about 1:00 then so he had plenty of time to finish helping her and not have to see her husband. Princess opened the back door of her SUV as he stood behind her waiting for her to hand him a bag or two. She was right. She had a ton of groceries in there. They made four trips and, as they got to the end of the groceries, she had to lean farther into the car every time to get the bags. Every time she bent over, her mini skirt rose higher and higher until the last time he could see the bottom of her firm ass cheeks peeking out from underneath her short dress. On this day, her long panties were white.

She stood back to reveal tubers of yams. He pilled them in his hands, the way those Hausa men that sold yams did at Mile 12. She smiled as if she knew exactly what he had seen, and exactly what she was doing to him. He followed her inside and she closed the front door and locked it. She told him to stack the yams in the store close to the kitchen.

While arranging the stuffs, she began putting away the groceries. That dress was both low-cut and loose, which was interesting because the counter had been covered and some bags had to be set on the floor. That meant she bent over time and time again to unpack things and he got to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra under that dress. He couldn’t see everything, but he could see enough that it fueled his teenage imagination. He got a new appreciation for how firm those luscious tits must be to avoid sagging and flopping around under her loose dress.

Oddly, as he was enjoying her cleavage, an errant thought popped into his mind. Mr. Johnson was working lots of overtime?

“You look like you could use a cold drink,” she said, when he came out to the living-room.

“That sounds nice,” he replied.

She got him a can of Coke from the fridge and he sat in the sitting room to talk with her.

“I wouldn’t think a high school Principal had to work overtime,” he commented.

“I wouldn’t, either,” she said. That tight anger was back in her voice. Why was that?

“He must be having challenges with some discipline issues,” he said.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because that’s the only reason I can think of that he’d have to stay late. If he had a whole string of students to knock sense into, he might do it after school.”

“There’s another reason he might stay late,” she said. She looked at him. “Actually, you might be able to help me with that, too.”

“I I beg your pardon?” he said. Her comment made no sense.

She folded her arms under those delightful breasts and leaned back against the counter. She just looked at him for a few seconds.

“What did your girlfriend think about you recording your organ on video and sending it to a girl?” she asked.

“I didn’t have a girlfriend, at the time.”

“Do you, now?”

He chuckled. Did she expect him to lead a life of celibacy? "No,” he lied.

She seemed to think about that for a moment. It didn't matter whether she believed him or not, he decided. He sipped his Coke. He had no idea what was going on in her mind, but he was curious to find out.

“If I told you something private, do you think you could keep it private?” she asked.

“I think so,” he said.

“You have to do more than think” she said. Suddenly she was the overbearing woman again, an older adult, and her tone was serious. “You can either keep a secret, or you can’t.”

“I can keep a secret,” he said. “What’s confusing me is why you want to tell me one.”

“Bayo got a surgery while he was still married to his first wife,” she said. "He can perform but cannot impregnate a woman."

Wow! That was a surprise! He wondered why she was telling him this.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.

“Because that information is important for the rest of what I’m going to tell you,” she said.

“I’m confused as to why you want to tell me anything,” he admitted.

“I think you will understand, shortly,” she said. “Can you be patient, as well as discreet?”

Is she teasing me again? He asked in his mind. "Okay, madam. Go on."















Chapter Three

Princess smiled. “I sincerely hope that you don’t think of what I’m going to propose as saying something just for the sake of it,” she said.

“Okay,” he said. “I'm yet to understand, but go on.”

“Bayo has a ... thing ... for young girls,” she said. “I suspect it’s one reason why he married me.”

“Hmn,” he said. The thing that had been bugging him for a long time bubbled up. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” she said.

“How is it that a woman like you ended up with a guy like him?”

“A woman like me?” She arched an eyebrow.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “You could have any guy you wanted. So ... why him?”

“We all make errors of judgment,” she said. “I met him when I was in university of education and he was doing part-time teaching in that institute. He was older ... more stable than campus boys ... or so I thought, at the time. It was flattering that an experienced man would be interested in me.”

“But he’s ... ugly,” Bobby said, bluntly.

“There’s more to a relationship than looks,” she said. “I saw him as a man with bright prospects. He told me he is also running a school set up by his uncle. He had a good job. I needed finance. My chosen profession - a teacher - wasn’t going to pay well, and I saw my future as being difficult. I wanted to teach, but I also knew would have to do something as a security and to stop being broke perpetually. Responding to his overtures gave me a way out of that burden.”

She dropped her arms and smoothed her skirt over her thighs.

“I thought I could grow to be fond of him. I wasn’t worried about him being fond of me. I’m aware I have certain ... features ... that men find attractive. I assumed he would appreciate them for a long time.”

“And he ... hasn’t?” Bobby guessed, though he found that impossible to believe.

“Oh, he’s still Hot as a man can be around me,” she said, casually. “The problem is ... I’m not enough, anymore.”

“What does that mean?” he asked. The concept of not being satisfied with Princess Johnson’ hot body was incomprehensible.

“It means he’s blackmailing some of his female students, making them have sex with him.”

Bobby stared. This was impossible. It was impossible on multiple levels. First, he couldn’t think of anything serious enough that blackmail would convince a girl to have sex with a troll like Bayo Johnson. Second, how could a girl do that without throwing up? Third, how did he think he could get away with it? She had to be wrong.

“You have to be wrong,” he voiced.

“I wish I was,” she said.

“How do you know?” he asked.

“Like you, I wondered why a man in his position would have to work overtime. I became very curious and I went there one night to find out what he was doing in the school. I sneaked into his office. I was shocked by what I saw. What he was doing was banging Ada Nwachukwu, one of the female students, on the floor of his office.”

“That must terrible,” said Bobby as his stunned mind tried to think of the image of the Principal romping with a female student naked on the floor.

“Oh, he doesn’t know I saw him," Princess quickly added.

“You didn’t bust in there screaming and shouting?”

“No. I assumed the little harlot had seduced him.”

“Well, that’s crazy. I knew a lot of girls in the school, and all of them, at least most of them, hated him.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” said Princess. “I waited, and when he got off of her, she asked him how many more times she had to do this before their agreement was finished and he wouldn’t tell her parents.”

“Tell them what?”

“That wasn’t discussed, but it was obvious he had something over her and she was there under duress.”

“Oh,” he said. “So, what did you do?”

“Well, Ada wasn’t hurt, or crying or anything. He’s cut, so he can’t get her pregnant. I decided I needed evidence, hard evidence, so that when I took action, he’d pay big time.”

“Okay,” said Bobby.

“So I got someone to plant a micro camera in his office. It’s in a book on his bookshelf. He keeps those books there for show and never opens them.”

“And?”

“I have video of him porking four different girls,” she said.



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SeyiDominion:
"I've been saying it over and over again that we need to take Robert for deliverance. He needs deliverance!"

That was the very aspect his father did not want to hear.

"So, he's suspended for a week?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Alright. Let him serve his sentence." He made it sound as if it was a prison term.

His wife expected him to react more decisively, but she was disappointed. She shook her head. She just must design a way to make her only son go through 'deliverance'.






Chapter Two

Bobby was forced to be home alone for a whole week. If his parents, especially his mother thought this would reform him, they were wrong. By the third day he was at home, things became so boring. Once his father and father had left home, he would move from his room to the sitting-room. He had been told he must not step out of the house. The security man at the gate had been given the strict instruction that Bobby must not go out and could not receive any visitor.

Well, he still had access to the television. Now, he was at home with the housemaid. Being the kind of person he was, he was already thinking of another mischief. The house girl was his target. She should be in her twenties. Sefinatou was a Togolese and had been of service to the house for about a year now.

She seemed to be dedicated to her work and his mother had said she was the best house girl they had got so far. Could this same Sefinatou serve Bobby's whimsical purpose?

After Sefinatou served his breakfast and had come to clear the plates, he called her.

"There's something I want you to do for me," he informed her in Yoruba language. She was not the kind to shy away from work.

"What should I do?" She asked in return.

He stared at her briefly. "But it depends on whether you can do the work?"

"You want to wash your clothes?" she prempted. His mother had forbidden the house girl from washing Bobby's clothes. She said Bobby must take responsibilities.

He shook his head. "No, not that."

She became impatient. "Well, what is it?"

He nodded and stared briefly at her again. She was wearing a big t-shirt, the one she had slept in. Underneath it was a black skirt.

"I want you to remove the t-shirt you are wearing."



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SeyiDominion:
But ..."

"No but! I've already called your mother to inform her and she's on her way. The least you will get is a week suspension. One week! Now go and wait for her in the Secretary office."

So, that was it. Mr. Johnson had seen the video Bobby sent to Helen. That explained why he could not reach her.

That also explained why she had not come to school. Now, the Principal had sent for her mother. How Bobby wished he had sent for his father instead.

He could envisage how his mother would react.

He was right. About twenty minutes later when she came and was shown the video, she was in anguish.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed. "Robert, how could you do this shameful thing?"

"It's because of the regard I have for you, madam," Mr. Johnson pontificated. "If not I will expell him. Now, he's suspended for a week."

Mrs. Alashe could not watch most of the video. She said it was too disgusting.

"You see your life, Robert?" she said sadly. "How could you do this kind of disgraceful thing?" He had to follow her back home in her car. Even as she drove, she told her son he was a sure candidate for hell with his behavior.

He barely listened. She had said that before
He was only thinking of how Helen could be so careless to allow her father see the video he sent to her.

"Now, give me your phone," his mother's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Your phone," she said firmly. "I'm taking the phone from you for now."

"But ..."

"But what? Give me the phone or I will give you a slap."

Grudgingly, he handed the phone to her. That was the biggest punishment, he reasoned.It was better he was suspended even for a month than for him to be without phone.

On getting home, his mother went to his room to seize all his other communication gadgets. His i-pad, tablet, laptop and spare phone were all taken away.

"The room will be a prison!" He complained bitterly.
"Let it be. That is the price for your waywardness."

Later in the evening, when his father returned from his office, his mother told him all that had happened.

"I've been saying it over and over again that we need to take Robert for deliverance. He needs deliverance!"

That was the very aspect his father did not want to hear.

"So, he's suspended for a week?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Alright. Let him serve his sentence." He made it sound as if it was a prison term.




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SeyiDominion:
At that moment, there was beeping of a car horn as a car was driven to the compound. It sounded like her husband's car. Princess was right. Seconds later, Mr. Johnson stepped inside the sitting-room.

"Hello, darling," she greeted him as he came over to give her a peck. "How do you do?" he asked.

"Oh, fine. How about you?"

She shrugged. "All is well." Princess could barely wait for him to settle down. "See, I have something important to show you."

She showed the phone to him and played the video to him. He did not even wait for the video to play to the end.

"What! How could Robbert send this disgusting thing? How dare him?" He glared as he jumped to his feet as if he was ready to pounce on the culprit.

"He sent it to Helen," she emphasised. "This is her phone."

Bayo was brimming in anger. "Where is she? Where is Helen?"

Helen inaudibly heard the slight commotin going on in the living-room and decided to find out what was going on.

"So, you've been messing around," her father said, upon sighting her. "You've been messing with Robert. Robert, of all people!"

"I don't know what you are talking about, dad."

"Oh, you don't know. How can you deny this?" He shoved the phone to Helen. "Explain this."

"Open and play the video he just sent to your WhatsApp," Princess said.

With great anxiety, Helen opened the social media and played the video Bobby had sent. She too could not believe her eyes.

"What! How could he send such an obscene thing to me."

Her father still glared at her. "Stop pretending that he has not been sending stuffs like this to you. How could you be so obscene?"

"But dad, I swear I don't know anything about it. Bobby is just a friend. I don't know why he will send this to me."

Her father remained unconvinced. "You are going to delete that video. Henceforth you must stop further relationship with him. I am seizing this your phone. As for him, we shall meet in school tomorrow."





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