Nice one.

I sighed after she had disconnected the line. This woman would be like Oliver Twist, who wanted more. No problem, I would give it to her.

Just before we closed, I returned to my office. Madam called again.

‘Tell the man in charge of the place that I said he should give you the key of my room. You don’t need to wait at the lobby,’ she said.

‘Okay, ma.’


I was at the place the time I got there the other time. The guy gave me the keys pronto and I had access to her ‘suite.’ About seven thirty, the lady who had served us chicken the other time came to ask what I would like to eat. She said madam had instructed her to be at my service. I told her to get me white rice and fried plantain.

This time around, Big Mummy did not come around until after eight.

‘I had to go to my house on V.I first to take some things,’ she explained.

‘You’re welcome.’

She had already changed from her office wears to a jeans trousers and t-shirt. The pair of trousers was a little tight for her and one could see
the contours of her hips.

‘How do I look?’ she asked.

‘Beautiful and chic.’

She smiled warmly. ‘You’re such a toaster.’

‘Am I?’

‘Yes, you’re. If you’re not, what are you doing here?’

‘I’m here to see my big baby,’ I said.

She sat next to me on the sofa. I could perceive her perfume and body cream. Even at her age, she certainly looked graceful.

‘And I’m here to see my big boy,’ she replied. She placed her right leg across me left lap. ‘I need some massage on my toes here. They hurt.’

I smiled and held the toes. ‘That will be no problem.’ As I rubbed the toes, she closed her eyes.

‘Have you eaten?’ she asked.

‘Yes. What about you?’

‘No. I don’t need any other food tonight.’

‘I’ll feed you,’ I said.

She laughed. ‘I trust you.’

I continued to massage her toes.

‘Maybe we should retire inside,’ she said.

‘Okay.’ I stopped what I was doing. She removed her leg and stood up.

‘Lock the door,’ she said and moved to the bedroom. I locked the door and went to meet her inside.

She flopped on the bed and I sat next to her. She placed her head on my lap.

‘Treat me like your baby,’ she said.

I grinned and nodded. ‘Are you sure you’ll like that?’

‘Try me.’

‘Okay.’ I stared at her. ‘Let me remove your top.’

She nodded and I removed the t-shirt. Her voluptuous boobs were clad in a black bra. I removed my shirt too. Her right hand went to my chest.
It was mutual, for my hand went to her chest too. Many hours later in the morning, I told her I would have to go to my residence to change
clothes.

‘You don’t have to go so far,’ she said. She brought some money from her bag. ’Look for a boutique around and buy yourself a new cloth.’


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I sighed after she had disconnected the line. This woman would be like Oliver Twist, who wanted more. No problem, I would give it to her.

Just before we closed, I returned to my office. Madam called again.

‘Tell the man in charge of the place that I said he should give you the key of my room. You don’t need to wait at the lobby,’ she said.

‘Okay, ma.’


I was at the place the time I got there the other time. The guy gave me the keys pronto and I had access to her ‘suite.’ About seven thirty, the lady who had served us chicken the other time came to ask what I would like to eat. She said madam had instructed her to be at my service. I told her to get me white rice and fried plantain.

This time around, Big Mummy did not come around until after eight.

‘I had to go to my house on V.I first to take some things,’ she explained.

‘You’re welcome.’

She had already changed from her office wears to a jeans trousers and t-shirt. The pair of trousers was a little tight for her and one could see
the contours of her hips.

‘How do I look?’ she asked.

‘Beautiful and chic.’

She smiled warmly. ‘You’re such a toaster.’

‘Am I?’

‘Yes, you’re. If you’re not, what are you doing here?’

‘I’m here to see my big baby,’ I said.

She sat next to me on the sofa. I could perceive her perfume and body cream. Even at her age, she certainly looked graceful.

‘And I’m here to see my big boy,’ she replied. She placed her right leg across me left lap. ‘I need some massage on my toes here. They hurt.’

I smiled and held the toes. ‘That will be no problem.’ As I rubbed the toes, she closed her eyes.

‘Have you eaten?’ she asked.

‘Yes. What about you?’

‘No. I don’t need any other food tonight.’

‘I’ll feed you,’ I said.

She laughed. ‘I trust you.’

I continued to massage her toes.

‘Maybe we should retire inside,’ she said.

‘Okay.’ I stopped what I was doing. She removed her leg and stood up.

‘Lock the door,’ she said and moved to the bedroom. I locked the door and went to meet her inside.

She flopped on the bed and I sat next to her. She placed her head on my lap.

‘Treat me like your baby,’ she said.

I grinned and nodded. ‘Are you sure you’ll like that?’

‘Try me.’

‘Okay.’ I stared at her. ‘Let me remove your top.’

She nodded and I removed the t-shirt. Her voluptuous boobs were clad in a black bra. I removed my shirt too. Her right hand went to my chest.
It was mutual, for my hand went to her chest too. Many hours later in the morning, I told her I would have to go to my residence to change
clothes.

‘You don’t have to go so far,’ she said. She brought some money from her bag. ’Look for a boutique around and buy yourself a new cloth.’


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She nodded and I removed the t-shirt. Her voluptuous boobs were clad in a black bra. I removed my shirt too. Her right hand went to my chest.

It was mutual, for my hand went to her chest too. Many hours later in the morning, I told her I would have to go to my residence to change clothes.

‘You don’t have to go so far,’ she said. She brought some money from her bag. ’Look for a boutique around and buy yourself a new cloth.’

I collected the money from her. ‘Thanks, dear.’

‘You’re welcome.’

But it wasn’t easy looking around for a boutique and at that time of the day. Thankfully, the brown shirt and brown chinos trousers I had worn
was manageable. I wore the same cloth that Tuesday. On Wednesday, I was at Naomi’s place and as usual, I played a dotting lover role.

On Thursday, B.M asked that we should meet at our rendezvous again. It was becoming a routine and I was having the best of two worlds, or
so I thought. I was the one giving her the ‘massage’, and she was the one handsomely paying for it. She said she loved me using endearments
for her, so I had to perfect the art.

‘Rose darling, you’re looking so beautiful today,’ I would say.

‘Really?’

‘Yes, you are.’

At another time, I would give her a call. ‘I couldn’t comment about your hair in the presence of others. It’s so beautiful.’

‘Oh, thank you,’ she would gush.

‘You’re looking younger and more beautiful every-day.’

‘Thanks, my dear.’

I was very careful the way I played the game, so my dear Naomi did not suspect a thing. When I saw that she was raising eyebrow on the
numerous gifts I was buying for her, I had to suspend buying more gifts. I believed I loved Naomi so much, but I wanted to get the best of B.M
too. It was a case of eating your cake and having it.

Four weeks into the affair, B.M made an unusual request. ‘Why don’t we go somewhere and have a whole week to ourselves?’

I looked askance. ‘Somewhere like where?’

‘Somewhere like a resort center at Ota.’

I thought briefly. ‘That will not be easy. What do I tell Naomi?’

‘Tell her something like I sent to you to our Idi-Iroko depot to monitor some activities there, and it would take a week.’

I smiled. ‘You’re not only beautiful, you’re also very smart, darling.’

That weekend, I told Naomi about the trip.

‘I will be going on Monday and will not be back until Friday,’ I said.

‘I’m going to miss you, baby,’ she said.

‘I’m going to terribly miss you,’ I said. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll give you calls every day.’

On Monday, Big Mummy called for a short meeting between the G.M, herself and me.

‘Ola has an assignment outside Lagos,’ she said. ‘He would be going to our Idi-Iroko depot for some work.’

The G.M nodded. ‘Yes, ma.’

The short meeting was over. B.M asked that I should stay behind for further instructions while the G.M took his leave.

She gave me the address of the place. ‘I will come and join you later this afternoon.’ She smiled at me. ‘Happy holiday.’

Since no one was there, I quickly gave her a kiss. ‘Many thanks, dear B.M.’

I left the office and drove to Ota. I already had some clothes in my bag that could last for days. Somehow, I told myself I was going too deep
with Big Mummy. Naomi and I had planned that before the end of the year, we should have our wedding. We were approaching the end of
August and Madam Rose appeared bent on taking my affection away from Naomi. I believed no woman could take my love for Naomi away,
despite my infidelity.

Madam Rose had given me some money, so I checked into the resort without fuss. It was still morning time, and I suspected that she might not
come around until late afternoon or early evening. No problem, let her come any time she liked.

The suite at the resort was a very comfortable one. There was a garden behind it and one could lounge or saunter around. It was a secluded place, away from the hustle and bustle of urban center. The suite had a big lounging room and a bedroom with a king size bed. The large flat screen was connected to cable decoder. The room also had free internet wi-fi service.

I had brought my computer notebook along, so I brought it out and browsed the internet. In the afternoon, I ordered for pounded yam and
egusi soup. Just after I finished the food, Naomi called.

‘Have you arrived Idi-Iroko?’ she asked anxiously.

‘Yes, my dear. Thank God that everything went well. How are you, honey?’

‘I’m fine, but I’m already missing you.’

‘I’m missing you too. Don’t worry, it’s just a matter of days.’

‘Yeah. Be careful with the girls over there. Please, don’t get carried away by any of them.’

‘Don’t you worry, Naomi darling. Ola is for you; and for you only.’

‘Okay, dear. Take care of yourself.’

‘Thanks. I’ll be calling you later.’

‘Okay, dear. Bye.’

About an hour after Naomi called, B.M too called.

‘How is the place?’ she asked.

‘Fine. It’s a nice and comfortable place.’

‘Okay, I’ll be joining you soon.’

‘I can hardly wait to have you here,’ I said.

She laughed. ’I can hardly wait to be there too. Don’t worry, your darling Rose will soon join you.’

‘All right. I’m waiting.’


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About an hour after Naomi called, B.M too called.

‘How is the place?’ she asked.

‘Fine. It’s a nice and comfortable place.’

‘Okay, I’ll be joining you soon.’

‘I can hardly wait to have you here,’ I said.

She laughed. ’I can hardly wait to be there too. Don’t worry, your darling Rose will soon join you.’

‘All right. I’m waiting.’

I alternated between watching the television and surfing the internet. By five o’clock, B.M drove herself to the resort. The porter helped in
carrying her bag to the room. I was amazed the way she had prepared for the trip. You would think she would be spending a month there!

She gave the porter a tip.

‘Many thanks, madam,’ the porter said and took his leave.

I stared at her. She was wearing Ankara skirt and blouse, and believe me, she looked pretty and younger that her age.

‘Why are you staring at me?’ she asked, smiling.

‘I’m wondering how beautiful and attractive you are,’ I said.

She smiled pleasantly and came to seat on my legs.

‘What’s your weight?’ I asked.

‘Am I too heavy?’ she parried.

She was on the heavy side, but I would not say so. ‘You’re not too heavy,’ I said. ‘I just wanted to know.’

‘I can’t remember what I weighed the last time I climbed a scale.’

I ran my hand on her back. ‘Whatever you weigh, you remain pretty.’

She put her right hand round my neck. ‘If not that I’m much older than you, coupled with this perspective of our society, I would say that we
should get married.’

My heart skipped a beat. Was that an imagination, or did I hear her right?

‘Get married?’ I asked.

‘Yes.’ She looked at me sharply. ‘Am I too old for you?’

What a question! She must be joking, my mind said. But I must answer her question and I must give a good answer.

‘You’re not too old for me,’ I replied. I rubbed her back more. ‘You’re a perfect woman a man would wish to marry.’

The answer pleased her. ‘Any way, there will be no need for that as long as I’m having you.’

I felt relaxed a bit. She placed her hand on my head and rubbed it the way a mother would act on a lovely boy. ‘I think I should be content
taking you as my boy.’

I smiled. I didn’t know what else to say.

‘But you don’t even love me,’ she said.

Oh, sentiments. We never discussed love before and I wondered why it was coming up now. I knew what she wanted to hear and I would tell her.

‘Says who? I love you, my darling.’

She stared into my eyes. ‘Really? Must you say things to please me?’

‘I’m not saying anything to please you,’ I said. ‘I’m serious, I love you.’

‘Prove it,’ she said.



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I felt relaxed a bit. She placed her hand on my head and rubbed it the way a mother would act on a lovely boy. ‘I think I should be content taking you as my boy.’

I smiled. I didn’t know what else to say.

‘But you don’t even love me,’ she said.

Oh, sentiments. We never discussed love before and I wondered why it was coming up now. I knew what she wanted to hear and I would tell
her.

‘Says who? I love you, my darling.’

She stared into my eyes. ‘Really? Must you say things to please me?’

‘I’m not saying anything to please you,’ I said. ‘I’m serious, I love you.’

‘Prove it,’ she said.

I thought fast again. ‘But, I’ve been doing that, haven’t I?’

‘No.’ She shook her head to be emphatic. ‘Making love to a woman is no proof of love.’

She rubbed my head again. ‘The way to prove it is to give your love to me alone. I shouldn’t be sharing you with any woman.’

I became alarmed. This dimension was becoming dangerous. How could she say that?

‘Maybe I’m just good for sex,’ she continued. ‘Maybe I’m just a intimacy gadget in your hand.’

She stood up and walked towards the window. My mind raced frantically. She was attacking and defending at the same time. I had to think of how best to handle the situation. I must be discreet.

I stood up and walked to her. ‘You’re very precious to me,’ I said. ‘Don’t talk like that.’

‘Why shouldn’t I? All that has been going on between us is the exchange of sex for money. No real feelings.’

‘But that’s not true,’ I said. ‘I’m not here just because of the money I’ll get from you.’

‘Maybe, it’s because of the sex, then.’

An idea suddenly came to my mind. ‘Alright,’ I said. ‘I’m going to prove you wrong. This one we’re here for the next five days or so, I’m not
going to collect any money from you, and there’ll be no sex.’

She closed her eyes while I held her by the waist from the back.

‘Can you really do that?’ she wanted to know.

‘That’s exactly what I’ll do. I won’t go beyond caressing and I won’t collect a dime.’

She put her hands on my hands. ‘Maybe I’m just acting silly,’ she said.

Exactly, my mind said. You’re simply acting silly! Or dramatic!

‘It’s alright,’ I spoke out.

She turned to face me and wrapped her hands round my neck. I kissed her forehead and caressed her back.

‘Am I silly?’ she asked.

I smiled. ‘No, you’re not. You’re a very smart woman.’

‘What I said about feelings, did it make sense?’

‘Of course. You’re always a sensible woman.’

She closed her eyes again. Come to think of it, I liked her. I liked the way she combined beauty with brain. I liked her smartness and the way
she handled things. In the office, I admired her ways of getting things done. Big Mummy was an astute business woman. But this one about love was way beyond it. I loved my Naomi, but I just had to be discreet with B.M. I had learnt something from her smartness.

I knew she was smart enough to be weighing the import of every word I was giving as answer, so I really had to be careful the way I answered her.


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I knew she was smart enough to be weighing the import of every word I was giving as answer, so I really had to be careful the way I answered her.

I could feel her heartbeat as she rested her head on my shoulder. So, what now? What was she thinking?

‘Have you eaten?’ I asked, trying to digress. ‘Maybe you should order for room service.’

‘I’m okay for now.’

We went back to sit on the sofa, sitting so closely.

‘I can’t believe I’m having these feelings,’ she said.

I raised my brow but did not say anything.

‘How did you do it?’ she asked.

I was at loss. ‘Did what?’

‘How did you make me have this strong feeling for you?’

Strong feeling? Well …

I shook my head. ‘I only acted naturally.’

She suddenly smiled. ‘Anyway, it’s okay. Just like I said, I was just being silly.’

I squeezed her hand but said nothing.

‘That your suggestion of not having sex is good. I think that thing is the one affecting my thinking.’

I could not suppress a short laughter.

‘Hey, it’s not funny,’ she said.

I stopped the laughter. ‘I’m sorry. It’s the way you said it. But you’re right. It’s good that the two of us are seeing it that we should stop having
sex for now.’

‘I think I need a massage.’ She smiled wanly. ‘And I’m talking about real massage.’

She had emphasized the word, ‘real massage.’ I smiled. ‘It’s no problem. You’ll get only massage.’

We went to the bedroom.

‘Unzip this for me,’ she said, turning her back. I pulled the zip down. Slowly, she undressed herself. From her bag, she brought the gel out. Now
only in bra and pantie she lay on her belly and handed the gel to me. I did the massaging to the best of my ability while she closed her eyes. I
did the job thoroughly and as efficiently as possible.

After several minutes, I could see that she was already sleeping. I stopped the massaging and stared at her. She looked so innocent in that
sleep. But, what was this thing she was talking about real love? She must be joking. It was either she was joking or she was pulling my legs.
She probably wanted to see my reactions.

I closed the cap of the tube and went to wash my hands. I then returned to the sitting-room. I stared at the television screen, but my mind was
not there. I was thinking about what B.M had said. If it was true that there was ‘love’ and we got married, that would mean I married a woman
that was twenty-three years my senior. Twenty-three years!

It would also mean I would abandon Naomi. No, no. I would not do that to her. Naomi did not deserve such extreme selfish and cruel act. I
concluded that B.M was just pulling my legs. About an hour later, she woke up and came to join me in the sitting-room. She was now wearing a
satin sleep wear.

‘Oh, you’ve woken up,’ I said.

‘Yes.’ She came to sit by my side. ‘I think it’s time to order for food now.’

I nodded in agreement. We ordered for intercontinental dishes. The meal was sumptuous and we very much enjoyed it. After that, we took red
wine.

‘Our society favors the men much more than the women,’ she said.

I took sips from my glass cup. ‘Why did you say that?’

‘If a man marries a lady much younger than him, all is well, but if a woman tries that with a much younger man, then it becomes a taboo.’

I grinned and nodded. ‘That’s the way the society is wired.’

‘Especially in this our country,’ she added.

I nodded again.

She put her left hand on my lap. ‘I think it’s high time I divorced my husband.’

My heart started beating fast again. ‘Why do you want to do that?’

‘He has been living an irresponsible life. He totally abandoned his home and settles for a young lady. He is an unrepentant flirt.’

I could only sigh as I didn’t know what to say.

‘It’s high time we completely went our different ways.’

I sighed again.

Her hand rubbed on my lap. ‘Have you ever been disappointed in love before?’ she asked me.

‘Sure. We all have one heart ache at one time or the other.’

‘That one will not be as serious as when you’re married and your spouse turns love to hatred.’

I nodded. She was most likely right.

Her phone was ringing from the bedroom.

I stood up. ‘Let me get that for you.’

I went to the room to fetch the cell phone. She answered it while I stared at the television.

Seconds later, she dropped the phone on a stool.

‘Tell me about your growing up years,’ she said.

I smiled. ‘Will that really be interesting?’

‘Tell me. I will decide whether it is interesting or not.’

So, I told her. I talked about the ups and downs experienced in the family and how we were able to conquer adversities. She seemed to be
interested in my tales.

‘What about your love life? Who was your first love?’

I laughed shortly. ‘I was a very shy type,’ I said, ‘and I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was seventeen. Actually, girls were always in my
company, but I couldn’t just bring myself to professing love. Even the first real girlfriend I had, she had to do a lot of prodding before I could
summon the courage.’

She talked about her love life too. Her husband had met her a virgin and was very loving and caring in the first decade of marriage. But
something happened along the line and he became the opposite of caring.

I listened to her intently and realized she needed someone to pour her heart to. Her marital story had the classical theme of ‘the rich also cry.’
Her remaining two children, two female aged twenty-two and twenty respectively were in U.S.A, studying. She said if not for the fact that she

had a thriving business, she would have long ago relocated to the U.S.A.

‘That would have meant I would never have met you,’ I said.

‘And that would have been quite unfortunate.’

Later, we retired to the bedroom.

‘Do you know what?’ she asked, as we lay on the bed.

‘What?’

‘I feel so relieved pouring my heart to you.’

I smiled. ‘It’s a pleasure listening to you,’ I answered.

She snuggled up to me and I wrapped her shoulders with my arm.

‘I wish we can continuously have each other like this,’ she said.

My heart started thumping again.


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The bait was truly subtle. This is definitely not going to end well for Ola.
MB is throwing things at him but he's not parrying it. He better be careful.

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I knew she was smart enough to be weighing the import of every word I was giving as answer, so I really had to be careful the way I answered her.

I could feel her heartbeat as she rested her head on my shoulder. So, what now? What was she thinking?

‘Have you eaten?’ I asked, trying to digress. ‘Maybe you should order for room service.’

‘I’m okay for now.’

We went back to sit on the sofa, sitting so closely.

‘I can’t believe I’m having these feelings,’ she said.

I raised my brow but did not say anything.

‘How did you do it?’ she asked.

I was at loss. ‘Did what?’

‘How did you make me have this strong feeling for you?’

Strong feeling? Well …

I shook my head. ‘I only acted naturally.’

She suddenly smiled. ‘Anyway, it’s okay. Just like I said, I was just being silly.’

I squeezed her hand but said nothing.

‘That your suggestion of not having sex is good. I think that thing is the one affecting my thinking.’

I could not suppress a short laughter.

‘Hey, it’s not funny,’ she said.

I stopped the laughter. ‘I’m sorry. It’s the way you said it. But you’re right. It’s good that the two of us are seeing it that we should stop having
sex for now.’

‘I think I need a massage.’ She smiled wanly. ‘And I’m talking about real massage.’

She had emphasized the word, ‘real massage.’ I smiled. ‘It’s no problem. You’ll get only massage.’

We went to the bedroom.

‘Unzip this for me,’ she said, turning her back. I pulled the zip down. Slowly, she undressed herself. From her bag, she brought the gel out. Now
only in bra and pantie she lay on her belly and handed the gel to me. I did the massaging to the best of my ability while she closed her eyes. I
did the job thoroughly and as efficiently as possible.

After several minutes, I could see that she was already sleeping. I stopped the massaging and stared at her. She looked so innocent in that
sleep. But, what was this thing she was talking about real love? She must be joking. It was either she was joking or she was pulling my legs.
She probably wanted to see my reactions.

I closed the cap of the tube and went to wash my hands. I then returned to the sitting-room. I stared at the television screen, but my mind was
not there. I was thinking about what B.M had said. If it was true that there was ‘love’ and we got married, that would mean I married a woman
that was twenty-three years my senior. Twenty-three years!

It would also mean I would abandon Naomi. No, no. I would not do that to her. Naomi did not deserve such extreme selfish and cruel act. I
concluded that B.M was just pulling my legs. About an hour later, she woke up and came to join me in the sitting-room. She was now wearing a
satin sleep wear.

‘Oh, you’ve woken up,’ I said.

‘Yes.’ She came to sit by my side. ‘I think it’s time to order for food now.’

I nodded in agreement. We ordered for intercontinental dishes. The meal was sumptuous and we very much enjoyed it. After that, we took red
wine.

‘Our society favors the men much more than the women,’ she said.

I took sips from my glass cup. ‘Why did you say that?’

‘If a man marries a lady much younger than him, all is well, but if a woman tries that with a much younger man, then it becomes a taboo.’

I grinned and nodded. ‘That’s the way the society is wired.’

‘Especially in this our country,’ she added.

I nodded again.

She put her left hand on my lap. ‘I think it’s high time I divorced my husband.’

My heart started beating fast again. ‘Why do you want to do that?’

‘He has been living an irresponsible life. He totally abandoned his home and settles for a young lady. He is an unrepentant flirt.’

I could only sigh as I didn’t know what to say.

‘It’s high time we completely went our different ways.’

I sighed again.

Her hand rubbed on my lap. ‘Have you ever been disappointed in love before?’ she asked me.

‘Sure. We all have one heart ache at one time or the other.’

‘That one will not be as serious as when you’re married and your spouse turns love to hatred.’

I nodded. She was most likely right.

Her phone was ringing from the bedroom.

I stood up. ‘Let me get that for you.’

I went to the room to fetch the cell phone. She answered it while I stared at the television.

Seconds later, she dropped the phone on a stool.

‘Tell me about your growing up years,’ she said.

I smiled. ‘Will that really be interesting?’

‘Tell me. I will decide whether it is interesting or not.’

So, I told her. I talked about the ups and downs experienced in the family and how we were able to conquer adversities. She seemed to be
interested in my tales.

‘What about your love life? Who was your first love?’

I laughed shortly. ‘I was a very shy type,’ I said, ‘and I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was seventeen. Actually, girls were always in my
company, but I couldn’t just bring myself to professing love. Even the first real girlfriend I had, she had to do a lot of prodding before I could
summon the courage.’

She talked about her love life too. Her husband had met her a virgin and was very loving and caring in the first decade of marriage. But
something happened along the line and he became the opposite of caring.

I listened to her intently and realized she needed someone to pour her heart to. Her marital story had the classical theme of ‘the rich also cry.’
Her remaining two children, two female aged twenty-two and twenty respectively were in U.S.A, studying. She said if not for the fact that she

had a thriving business, she would have long ago relocated to the U.S.A.

‘That would have meant I would never have met you,’ I said.

‘And that would have been quite unfortunate.’

Later, we retired to the bedroom.

‘Do you know what?’ she asked, as we lay on the bed.

‘What?’

‘I feel so relieved pouring my heart to you.’

I smiled. ‘It’s a pleasure listening to you,’ I answered.

She snuggled up to me and I wrapped her shoulders with my arm.

‘I wish we can continuously have each other like this,’ she said.

My heart started thumping again.


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